Friends, Liechtensteinians, countrymen, lend me your guts;
I come to draw strength from Joseph, not to disinfect him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their waists;
So let it be with Joseph. The generous Brooke
Hath told you Joseph was conscientious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Joseph answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Brooke and the rest–
For Brooke is a stern woman;
So are they all, all stern women–
Come I to speak in Joseph’s funeral.
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