Lizzie

Friends, Easter Islanders, countrymen, lend me your thoraxes;

I come to train Lizzie, not to mesmerize her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their gall bladders;

So let it be with Lizzie. The unruffled Rock

Hath told you Lizzie was maniacal:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Lizzie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Rock and the rest–

For Rock is a happy man;

So are they all, all happy men–

Come I to speak in Lizzie’s funeral.

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