Lindy

Friends, Slovakians, countrymen, lend me your teeth;

I come to quarrel with Lindy, not to ridicule her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their heads;

So let it be with Lindy. The cheerful Harriet

Hath told you Lindy was intrepid:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Lindy answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Harriet and the rest–

For Harriet is an unselfish woman;

So are they all, all unselfish women–

Come I to speak in Lindy’s funeral.

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