Charlene

Friends, Maltese, countrymen, lend me your brains;

I come to pick Charlene, not to step on her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their stomachs;

So let it be with Charlene. The athletic Lillie

Hath told you Charlene was sarcastic:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Charlene answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Lillie and the rest–

For Lillie is a confident woman;

So are they all, all confident women–

Come I to speak in Charlene’s funeral.

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