Friends, Russians, countrymen, lend me your eyelids;
I come to banish Leonie, not to argue with her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their veins;
So let it be with Leonie. The statuesque Scarlett
Hath told you Leonie was dependable:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Leonie answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Scarlett and the rest–
For Scarlett is a bouncy woman;
So are they all, all bouncy women–
Come I to speak in Leonie’s funeral.
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