Valerie

Friends, Spaniards, countrymen, lend me your midriffs;

I come to train Valerie, not to peck at her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their veins;

So let it be with Valerie. The depraved Evette

Hath told you Valerie was ignoble:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Valerie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Evette and the rest–

For Evette is an elderly woman;

So are they all, all elderly women–

Come I to speak in Valerie’s funeral.

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