Margaret

Friends, Swedes, countrymen, lend me your toes;

I come to satisfy Margaret, not to apologize to her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their skins;

So let it be with Margaret. The absent-minded Avery

Hath told you Margaret was charming:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Margaret answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Avery and the rest–

For Avery is a big woman;

So are they all, all big women–

Come I to speak in Margaret’s funeral.

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