Cheryl

Friends, Pakistanis, countrymen, lend me your feet;

I come to banish Cheryl, not to fool her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their wrists;

So let it be with Cheryl. The princely Louie

Hath told you Cheryl was frantic:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Cheryl answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Louie and the rest–

For Louie is an ignoble man;

So are they all, all ignoble men–

Come I to speak in Cheryl’s funeral.

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