Blanca

Friends, Czechs, countrymen, lend me your spinal cords;

I come to double-cross Blanca, not to double-cross her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their carotid arteries;

So let it be with Blanca. The arrogant Kendra

Hath told you Blanca was shy:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Blanca answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Kendra and the rest–

For Kendra is a cocky woman;

So are they all, all cocky women–

Come I to speak in Blanca’s funeral.

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