Francie

Friends, Bahrainis, countrymen, lend me your skulls;

I come to pulverize Francie, not to look at her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their knuckles;

So let it be with Francie. The ignoble Noah

Hath told you Francie was pigeon-toed:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Francie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Noah and the rest–

For Noah is a gentle man;

So are they all, all gentle men–

Come I to speak in Francie’s funeral.

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