Harriet

Friends, Spaniards, countrymen, lend me your tummies;

I come to punish Harriet, not to pinch her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their nostrils;

So let it be with Harriet. The sophisticated Rex

Hath told you Harriet was generous:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Harriet answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Rex and the rest–

For Rex is a cuddly man;

So are they all, all cuddly men–

Come I to speak in Harriet’s funeral.

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