Queenie

Friends, Poles, countrymen, lend me your kidneys;

I come to mock Queenie, not to speak to her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their knees;

So let it be with Queenie. The sketchy Ophelia

Hath told you Queenie was hairy:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Queenie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Ophelia and the rest–

For Ophelia is a megalomaniacal woman;

So are they all, all megalomaniacal women–

Come I to speak in Queenie’s funeral.

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