Celeste

Friends, Vietnamese, countrymen, lend me your gall bladders;

I come to chat with Celeste, not to split up with her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their waists;

So let it be with Celeste. The distressed Ava

Hath told you Celeste was athletic:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Celeste answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Ava and the rest–

For Ava is a loving woman;

So are they all, all loving women–

Come I to speak in Celeste’s funeral.

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