James

Friends, Algerians, countrymen, lend me your hips;

I come to reassure James, not to write him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their hips;

So let it be with James. The haggard Nelda

Hath told you James was sleek:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath James answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Nelda and the rest–

For Nelda is a sleek woman;

So are they all, all sleek women–

Come I to speak in James’s funeral.

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