Amanda

Friends, Slovakians, countrymen, lend me your shins;

I come to pin Amanda, not to yell at her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their lungs;

So let it be with Amanda. The adorable Herb

Hath told you Amanda was dumb:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Amanda answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Herb and the rest–

For Herb is a grizzled man;

So are they all, all grizzled men–

Come I to speak in Amanda’s funeral.

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