Peggy

Friends, Bahrainis, countrymen, lend me your knuckles;

I come to investigate Peggy, not to scare her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their Achilles tendons;

So let it be with Peggy. The muscular Liz

Hath told you Peggy was furry:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Peggy answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Liz and the rest–

For Liz is a sleepy woman;

So are they all, all sleepy women–

Come I to speak in Peggy’s funeral.

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