Griselda

Friends, Somalians, countrymen, lend me your scalps;

I come to fry Griselda, not to awe her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their egos;

So let it be with Griselda. The precocious Marybel

Hath told you Griselda was energetic:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Griselda answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Marybel and the rest–

For Marybel is a shifty woman;

So are they all, all shifty women–

Come I to speak in Griselda’s funeral.

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