Friends, Kiwis, countrymen, lend me your pituitary glands;
I come to grill Cassie, not to isolate her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their backs;
So let it be with Cassie. The lively Bailey
Hath told you Cassie was frantic:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Cassie answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Bailey and the rest–
For Bailey is a stubborn woman;
So are they all, all stubborn women–
Come I to speak in Cassie’s funeral.
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