Midge

Friends, Filipinos, countrymen, lend me your paws;

I come to smile at Midge, not to trust her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their arteries;

So let it be with Midge. The bad Tonya

Hath told you Midge was pigeon-toed:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Midge answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Tonya and the rest–

For Tonya is a refined woman;

So are they all, all refined women–

Come I to speak in Midge’s funeral.

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