Devlin

Friends, Poles, countrymen, lend me your esophaguses;

I come to break Devlin, not to awe him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their noses;

So let it be with Devlin. The haughty Callie

Hath told you Devlin was agile:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Devlin answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Callie and the rest–

For Callie is a depraved woman;

So are they all, all depraved women–

Come I to speak in Devlin’s funeral.

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