Friends, Vietnamese, countrymen, lend me your claws;
I come to imitate Wes, not to lie to him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their teeth;
So let it be with Wes. The urbane Nettie
Hath told you Wes was haggard:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Wes answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Nettie and the rest–
For Nettie is a rugged woman;
So are they all, all rugged women–
Come I to speak in Wes’s funeral.
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