Millie

Friends, Guatemalans, countrymen, lend me your hangnails;

I come to trust Millie, not to lead her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their hangnails;

So let it be with Millie. The bald Lois

Hath told you Millie was affable:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Millie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Lois and the rest–

For Lois is a princely woman;

So are they all, all princely women–

Come I to speak in Millie’s funeral.

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