Wendy

Friends, Easter Islanders, countrymen, lend me your shins;

I come to try to control Wendy, not to scare her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their legs;

So let it be with Wendy. The fearful Kayla

Hath told you Wendy was frantic:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Wendy answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Kayla and the rest–

For Kayla is an excitable woman;

So are they all, all excitable women–

Come I to speak in Wendy’s funeral.

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