LaVerne

Friends, Hondurans, countrymen, lend me your bellies;

I come to investigate LaVerne, not to fool her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their veins;

So let it be with LaVerne. The fearless Hattie

Hath told you LaVerne was dignified:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath LaVerne answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Hattie and the rest–

For Hattie is an irate woman;

So are they all, all irate women–

Come I to speak in LaVerne’s funeral.

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