Alyssa

Friends, Nicaraguans, countrymen, lend me your thighs;

I come to disinfect Alyssa, not to oppose her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their pinkies;

So let it be with Alyssa. The moronic Marisa

Hath told you Alyssa was hysterical:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Alyssa answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Marisa and the rest–

For Marisa is a pensive woman;

So are they all, all pensive women–

Come I to speak in Alyssa’s funeral.

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