LaDue

Friends, Vietnamese, countrymen, lend me your thighs;

I come to betray LaDue, not to neglect him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their tails;

So let it be with LaDue. The idiotic Susanna

Hath told you LaDue was bellicose:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath LaDue answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Susanna and the rest–

For Susanna is a cantankerous woman;

So are they all, all cantankerous women–

Come I to speak in LaDue’s funeral.

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