Hildegarde

Friends, Guatemalans, countrymen, lend me your shoulders;

I come to reassure Hildegarde, not to frustrate her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their dignity;

So let it be with Hildegarde. The slimy Marcy

Hath told you Hildegarde was colorless:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Hildegarde answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Marcy and the rest–

For Marcy is a radiant woman;

So are they all, all radiant women–

Come I to speak in Hildegarde’s funeral.

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