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Maria

Friends, Greeks, countrymen, lend me your heads;

I come to dismay Maria, not to ridicule her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their kidneys;

So let it be with Maria. The weird Rose

Hath told you Maria was anemic:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Maria answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Rose and the rest–

For Rose is an undignified woman;

So are they all, all undignified women–

Come I to speak in Maria’s funeral.

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