Gillian

Friends, Germans, countrymen, lend me your thighs;

I come to frown at Gillian, not to transform her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their fingers;

So let it be with Gillian. The sassy Lorrie

Hath told you Gillian was thoughtful:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Gillian answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Lorrie and the rest–

For Lorrie is a fascinating woman;

So are they all, all fascinating women–

Come I to speak in Gillian’s funeral.

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