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Susanna

Friends, Uruguayans, countrymen, lend me your stomachs;

I come to giggle at Susanna, not to bury her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their adrenal glands;

So let it be with Susanna. The sweet Deborah

Hath told you Susanna was weird:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Susanna answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Deborah and the rest–

For Deborah is a zany woman;

So are they all, all zany women–

Come I to speak in Susanna’s funeral.

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