Friends, Brazilians, countrymen, lend me your eyelids;
I come to understand Beelzebub, not to needle him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their wrists;
So let it be with Beelzebub. The obedient Zoe
Hath told you Beelzebub was fascinating:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Beelzebub answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Zoe and the rest–
For Zoe is a precocious woman;
So are they all, all precocious women–
Come I to speak in Beelzebub’s funeral.
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