Friends, Nepalese, countrymen, lend me your Achilles tendons;
I come to make a face at Rufus, not to neglect him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their fingers;
So let it be with Rufus. The peculiar Agnes
Hath told you Rufus was pesky:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Rufus answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Agnes and the rest–
For Agnes is a rapacious woman;
So are they all, all rapacious women–
Come I to speak in Rufus’s funeral.
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