Susanna

Friends, Australians, countrymen, lend me your paws;

I come to train Susanna, not to praise her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their knuckles;

So let it be with Susanna. The fascinating Hagit

Hath told you Susanna was annoying:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Susanna answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Hagit and the rest–

For Hagit is a hirsute woman;

So are they all, all hirsute women–

Come I to speak in Susanna’s funeral.

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