Agnes

Friends, Japanese, countrymen, lend me your hearts;

I come to glare at Agnes, not to heckle her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their big toes;

So let it be with Agnes. The weary Nancy

Hath told you Agnes was sloppy:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Agnes answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Nancy and the rest–

For Nancy is an energetic woman;

So are they all, all energetic women–

Come I to speak in Agnes’s funeral.

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