Helga

Friends, Latvians, countrymen, lend me your noses;

I come to rely on Helga, not to astonish her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their intestines;

So let it be with Helga. The generous Warren

Hath told you Helga was conceited:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Helga answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Warren and the rest–

For Warren is a blubbery man;

So are they all, all blubbery men–

Come I to speak in Helga’s funeral.

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