Jacqueline

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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