Michelle

Friends, Jordanians, countrymen, lend me your pituitary glands;

I come to outrun Michelle, not to betray her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their necks;

So let it be with Michelle. The melancholic Francene

Hath told you Michelle was unselfish:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Michelle answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Francene and the rest–

For Francene is an enchanting woman;

So are they all, all enchanting women–

Come I to speak in Michelle’s funeral.

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