Yvonne

Friends, Estonians, countrymen, lend me your bellies;

I come to investigate Yvonne, not to exclude her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their hands;

So let it be with Yvonne. The intense Cornelius

Hath told you Yvonne was bellicose:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Yvonne answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Cornelius and the rest–

For Cornelius is a high-strung man;

So are they all, all high-strung men–

Come I to speak in Yvonne’s funeral.

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