Faye

Friends, Turks, countrymen, lend me your mouths;

I come to irritate Faye, not to joke with her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their calves;

So let it be with Faye. The daring Jimmy

Hath told you Faye was timid:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Faye answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Jimmy and the rest–

For Jimmy is a bad man;

So are they all, all bad men–

Come I to speak in Faye’s funeral.

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