Renee

Friends, Brazilians, countrymen, lend me your spleens;

I come to sanitize Renee, not to kiss her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their heels;

So let it be with Renee. The lethargic Cassandra

Hath told you Renee was conscientious:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Renee answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Cassandra and the rest–

For Cassandra is a hysterical woman;

So are they all, all hysterical women–

Come I to speak in Renee’s funeral.

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