Beatrice

Friends, Filipinos, countrymen, lend me your Adam's apples;

I come to stop Beatrice, not to slap her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their horns;

So let it be with Beatrice. The emotional Bianca

Hath told you Beatrice was apoplectic:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Beatrice answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Bianca and the rest–

For Bianca is a lively woman;

So are they all, all lively women–

Come I to speak in Beatrice’s funeral.

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