Friends, Latvians, countrymen, lend me your backs;
I come to confront Ruby, not to demean her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their little fingers;
So let it be with Ruby. The haggard Jolene
Hath told you Ruby was humble:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Ruby answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Jolene and the rest–
For Jolene is a bold woman;
So are they all, all bold women–
Come I to speak in Ruby’s funeral.
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