Elise

Friends, Macedonians, countrymen, lend me your larynxes;

I come to double-cross Elise, not to care for her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their femurs;

So let it be with Elise. The vile Stephen

Hath told you Elise was disorganized:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Elise answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Stephen and the rest–

For Stephen is a masculine man;

So are they all, all masculine men–

Come I to speak in Elise’s funeral.

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