Friends, Egyptians, countrymen, lend me your jaws;
I come to imitate Ethan, not to question him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their knees;
So let it be with Ethan. The friendly Greta
Hath told you Ethan was pesky:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Ethan answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Greta and the rest–
For Greta is an impish woman;
So are they all, all impish women–
Come I to speak in Ethan’s funeral.
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