Alyssa

Friends, Uruguayans, countrymen, lend me your horns;

I come to make a face at Alyssa, not to fool her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their brains;

So let it be with Alyssa. The prissy Fred

Hath told you Alyssa was pert:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Alyssa answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Fred and the rest–

For Fred is an intrepid man;

So are they all, all intrepid men–

Come I to speak in Alyssa’s funeral.

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