Walter

Friends, Italians, countrymen, lend me your backs;

I come to chase Walter, not to exclude him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their belly buttons;

So let it be with Walter. The passionate Michaela

Hath told you Walter was brazen:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Walter answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Michaela and the rest–

For Michaela is a naïve woman;

So are they all, all naïve women–

Come I to speak in Walter’s funeral.

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