Friends, Iraqis, countrymen, lend me your eyes;
I come to harass Katy, not to care for her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their tails;
So let it be with Katy. The dumb Brianna
Hath told you Katy was muddled:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Katy answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Brianna and the rest–
For Brianna is an ambitious woman;
So are they all, all ambitious women–
Come I to speak in Katy’s funeral.
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