Friends, Liechtensteinians, countrymen, lend me your biceps;
I come to listen to Liling, not to disparage her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their egos;
So let it be with Liling. The talkative Judith
Hath told you Liling was vacuous:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Liling answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Judith and the rest–
For Judith is a frightened woman;
So are they all, all frightened women–
Come I to speak in Liling’s funeral.
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