Michelle

Friends, Swedes, countrymen, lend me your faces;

I come to sting Michelle, not to sue her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their bladders;

So let it be with Michelle. The self-confident Scarlett

Hath told you Michelle was sanguine:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Michelle answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Scarlett and the rest–

For Scarlett is a dowdy woman;

So are they all, all dowdy women–

Come I to speak in Michelle’s funeral.

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