Friends, Macedonians, countrymen, lend me your bellies;
I come to encourage Hildegarde, not to embarrass her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their dignity;
So let it be with Hildegarde. The clever Garrett
Hath told you Hildegarde was generous:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Hildegarde answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Garrett and the rest–
For Garrett is a fiendish man;
So are they all, all fiendish men–
Come I to speak in Hildegarde’s funeral.
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