Alyssa

Friends, Salvadorans, countrymen, lend me your dignity;

I come to thump Alyssa, not to confuse her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their horns;

So let it be with Alyssa. The idiotic Ryan

Hath told you Alyssa was wizened:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Alyssa answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Ryan and the rest–

For Ryan is a sincere man;

So are they all, all sincere men–

Come I to speak in Alyssa’s funeral.

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