Katie

Friends, Pakistanis, countrymen, lend me your claws;

I come to hide from Katie, not to attack her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their biceps;

So let it be with Katie. The timid Beauford

Hath told you Katie was enraged:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Katie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Beauford and the rest–

For Beauford is an angry man;

So are they all, all angry men–

Come I to speak in Katie’s funeral.

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