Annabelle

Friends, Paraguayans, countrymen, lend me your biceps;

I come to rebuff Annabelle, not to marry her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their skulls;

So let it be with Annabelle. The corpulent Elena

Hath told you Annabelle was sleek:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Annabelle answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Elena and the rest–

For Elena is a crafty woman;

So are they all, all crafty women–

Come I to speak in Annabelle’s funeral.

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