Hallie

Friends, Danes, countrymen, lend me your cheeks;

I come to dismay Hallie, not to talk to her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their fingernails;

So let it be with Hallie. The apoplectic Cody

Hath told you Hallie was fashionable:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Hallie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Cody and the rest–

For Cody is an enraged man;

So are they all, all enraged men–

Come I to speak in Hallie’s funeral.

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