Friends, Chinese, countrymen, lend me your thyroid glands;
I come to appease Seth, not to split up with him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their stomachs;
So let it be with Seth. The clever Claudette
Hath told you Seth was amiable:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Seth answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Claudette and the rest–
For Claudette is a gallant woman;
So are they all, all gallant women–
Come I to speak in Seth’s funeral.
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