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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