Fran

Friends, Sandwich Islanders, countrymen, lend me your eyebrows;

I come to stare at Fran, not to spit at her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their knees;

So let it be with Fran. The decent Penny

Hath told you Fran was silly:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Fran answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Penny and the rest–

For Penny is a sinister woman;

So are they all, all sinister women–

Come I to speak in Fran’s funeral.

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