Beatrice

Friends, Filipinos, countrymen, lend me your ribs;

I come to appease Beatrice, not to disinfect her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their aortas;

So let it be with Beatrice. The cantankerous Lynn

Hath told you Beatrice was princely:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Beatrice answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Lynn and the rest–

For Lynn is a muscular woman;

So are they all, all muscular women–

Come I to speak in Beatrice’s funeral.

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