Magnolia

Friends, Chileans, countrymen, lend me your fingernails;

I come to dance with Magnolia, not to split up with her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their pituitary glands;

So let it be with Magnolia. The arrogant Xaviera

Hath told you Magnolia was gallant:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Magnolia answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Xaviera and the rest–

For Xaviera is a sweet woman;

So are they all, all sweet women–

Come I to speak in Magnolia’s funeral.

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