May

Friends, Iraqis, countrymen, lend me your Achilles tendons;

I come to scare May, not to delight her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their tails;

So let it be with May. The charming Ace

Hath told you May was shiftless:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath May answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Ace and the rest–

For Ace is a repulsive man;

So are they all, all repulsive men–

Come I to speak in May’s funeral.

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