Beelzebub

Friends, Brazilians, countrymen, lend me your eyelids;

I come to understand Beelzebub, not to needle him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their wrists;

So let it be with Beelzebub. The obedient Zoe

Hath told you Beelzebub was fascinating:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Beelzebub answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Zoe and the rest–

For Zoe is a precocious woman;

So are they all, all precocious women–

Come I to speak in Beelzebub’s funeral.

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