Elizabeth

Friends, Iranis, countrymen, lend me your mouths;

I come to call the cops on Elizabeth, not to scratch her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their hair;

So let it be with Elizabeth. The thoughtful Jasmine

Hath told you Elizabeth was silly:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Elizabeth answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Jasmine and the rest–

For Jasmine is a muscular woman;

So are they all, all muscular women–

Come I to speak in Elizabeth’s funeral.

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