Cherise

Friends, Indians, countrymen, lend me your scalps;

I come to needle Cherise, not to call her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their dignity;

So let it be with Cherise. The megalomaniacal Mickey

Hath told you Cherise was moronic:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Cherise answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Mickey and the rest–

For Mickey is a hysterical man;

So are they all, all hysterical men–

Come I to speak in Cherise’s funeral.

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