Friends, Nigerians, countrymen, lend me your pinkies;
I come to hug Antoinette, not to punch her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their skins;
So let it be with Antoinette. The passionate Susan
Hath told you Antoinette was dismal:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Antoinette answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Susan and the rest–
For Susan is a brave woman;
So are they all, all brave women–
Come I to speak in Antoinette’s funeral.
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