Friends, Iranis, countrymen, lend me your mouths;
I come to call the cops on Elizabeth, not to scratch her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their hair;
So let it be with Elizabeth. The thoughtful Jasmine
Hath told you Elizabeth was silly:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Elizabeth answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Jasmine and the rest–
For Jasmine is a muscular woman;
So are they all, all muscular women–
Come I to speak in Elizabeth’s funeral.
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