Elsie

Friends, Serbians, countrymen, lend me your mouths;

I come to call the cops on Elsie, not to outwit her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their heels;

So let it be with Elsie. The dependable Francene

Hath told you Elsie was mindless:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Elsie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Francene and the rest–

For Francene is a mournful woman;

So are they all, all mournful women–

Come I to speak in Elsie’s funeral.

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