Friends, Namibians, countrymen, lend me your thoraxes;
I come to befuddle Jacqueline, not to surprise her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their beards;
So let it be with Jacqueline. The carefree Christabel
Hath told you Jacqueline was depraved:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Jacqueline answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Christabel and the rest–
For Christabel is a generous woman;
So are they all, all generous women–
Come I to speak in Jacqueline’s funeral.
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