Judith

Friends, Mexicans, countrymen, lend me your lips;

I come to transform Judith, not to pulverize her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their paws;

So let it be with Judith. The brassy Jamie

Hath told you Judith was adorable:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Judith answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Jamie and the rest–

For Jamie is a diabolical man;

So are they all, all diabolical men–

Come I to speak in Judith’s funeral.

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