Friends, Hungarians, countrymen, lend me your toes;
I come to step on Geraldine, not to ostracize her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their belly buttons;
So let it be with Geraldine. The haughty Claire
Hath told you Geraldine was prissy:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Geraldine answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Claire and the rest–
For Claire is a mindless woman;
So are they all, all mindless women–
Come I to speak in Geraldine’s funeral.
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