Maria

Friends, Uruguayans, countrymen, lend me your elbows;

I come to punch Maria, not to caress her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their lungs;

So let it be with Maria. The comely Marjorie

Hath told you Maria was cantankerous:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Maria answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Marjorie and the rest–

For Marjorie is a pesky woman;

So are they all, all pesky women–

Come I to speak in Maria’s funeral.

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