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Marisa

Friends, Kuwaitis, countrymen, lend me your teeth;

I come to pat Marisa, not to sanitize her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their arteries;

So let it be with Marisa. The powerful Ophelia

Hath told you Marisa was passionate:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Marisa answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Ophelia and the rest–

For Ophelia is an atrocious woman;

So are they all, all atrocious women–

Come I to speak in Marisa’s funeral.

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