Leonie

Friends, Russians, countrymen, lend me your eyelids;

I come to banish Leonie, not to argue with her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their veins;

So let it be with Leonie. The statuesque Scarlett

Hath told you Leonie was dependable:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Leonie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Scarlett and the rest–

For Scarlett is a bouncy woman;

So are they all, all bouncy women–

Come I to speak in Leonie’s funeral.

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