Tori

Friends, Brits, countrymen, lend me your bellies;

I come to sanitize Tori, not to train her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their heads;

So let it be with Tori. The silly Roxie

Hath told you Tori was dapper:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Tori answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Roxie and the rest–

For Roxie is a playful woman;

So are they all, all playful women–

Come I to speak in Tori’s funeral.

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