Fran

Friends, Austrians, countrymen, lend me your feet;

I come to satisfy Fran, not to frighten her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their chests;

So let it be with Fran. The stubby Peg

Hath told you Fran was frantic:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Fran answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Peg and the rest–

For Peg is a sincere woman;

So are they all, all sincere women–

Come I to speak in Fran’s funeral.

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