Friends, Venezuelans, countrymen, lend me your abdomens;
I come to astonish Megan, not to play with her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their horns;
So let it be with Megan. The frightened Rebecca
Hath told you Megan was dumb:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Megan answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Rebecca and the rest–
For Rebecca is a clever woman;
So are they all, all clever women–
Come I to speak in Megan’s funeral.
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