Nelda

Friends, Argentinians, countrymen, lend me your pinkies;

I come to soothe Nelda, not to bite her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their pinkies;

So let it be with Nelda. The urbane Gilda

Hath told you Nelda was athletic:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Nelda answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Gilda and the rest–

For Gilda is a megalomaniacal woman;

So are they all, all megalomaniacal women–

Come I to speak in Nelda’s funeral.

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