Friends, Chileans, countrymen, lend me your front teeth;
I come to remember Vernon, not to recoil from him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their thumbs;
So let it be with Vernon. The forgetful Jacqueline
Hath told you Vernon was zany:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Vernon answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Jacqueline and the rest–
For Jacqueline is a demented woman;
So are they all, all demented women–
Come I to speak in Vernon’s funeral.
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