Brook

Friends, Saudis, countrymen, lend me your intestines;

I come to befuddle Brook, not to scar her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their thyroid glands;

So let it be with Brook. The brave Lizzie

Hath told you Brook was athletic:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Brook answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Lizzie and the rest–

For Lizzie is an impish woman;

So are they all, all impish women–

Come I to speak in Brook’s funeral.

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