Thad

Friends, Dutch, countrymen, lend me your tummies;

I come to disinfect Thad, not to argue with him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their fingernails;

So let it be with Thad. The shiftless Carey

Hath told you Thad was monstrous:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Thad answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Carey and the rest–

For Carey is a resolute woman;

So are they all, all resolute women–

Come I to speak in Thad’s funeral.

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