Chloe

Friends, Israelis, countrymen, lend me your eyeballs;

I come to satisfy Chloe, not to outrun her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their paws;

So let it be with Chloe. The decent Stan

Hath told you Chloe was mindless:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Chloe answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Stan and the rest–

For Stan is a nonchalant man;

So are they all, all nonchalant men–

Come I to speak in Chloe’s funeral.

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