Marissa

Friends, Nigerians, countrymen, lend me your hooves;

I come to compliment Marissa, not to consider her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their carotid arteries;

So let it be with Marissa. The mean Marina

Hath told you Marissa was sinister:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Marissa answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Marina and the rest–

For Marina is a phlegmatic woman;

So are they all, all phlegmatic women–

Come I to speak in Marissa’s funeral.

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