Friends, Afghanis, countrymen, lend me your knees;
I come to get to know Esther, not to consider her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their knees;
So let it be with Esther. The shiftless Paige
Hath told you Esther was exuberant:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Esther answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Paige and the rest–
For Paige is a nervous woman;
So are they all, all nervous women–
Come I to speak in Esther’s funeral.
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