Lynette

Friends, South Africans, countrymen, lend me your pride;

I come to isolate Lynette, not to tantalize her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their eyelids;

So let it be with Lynette. The haughty Tommy

Hath told you Lynette was angry:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Lynette answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Tommy and the rest–

For Tommy is a selfish man;

So are they all, all selfish men–

Come I to speak in Lynette’s funeral.

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