Marion

Friends, Austrians, countrymen, lend me your earlobes;

I come to astonish Marion, not to judge her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their eyeballs;

So let it be with Marion. The weary Annalouise

Hath told you Marion was daring:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Marion answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Annalouise and the rest–

For Annalouise is a princely woman;

So are they all, all princely women–

Come I to speak in Marion’s funeral.

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