Friends, Algerians, countrymen, lend me your hips;
I come to reassure James, not to write him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their hips;
So let it be with James. The haggard Nelda
Hath told you James was sleek:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath James answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Nelda and the rest–
For Nelda is a sleek woman;
So are they all, all sleek women–
Come I to speak in James’s funeral.
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