Dierdre

Friends, Guatemalans, countrymen, lend me your throats;

I come to belittle Dierdre, not to listen to her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their toes;

So let it be with Dierdre. The urbane Bronk

Hath told you Dierdre was depraved:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Dierdre answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Bronk and the rest–

For Bronk is a thoughtful man;

So are they all, all thoughtful men–

Come I to speak in Dierdre’s funeral.

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