Nancy

Friends, Belgians, countrymen, lend me your fingernails;

I come to neglect Nancy, not to frighten her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their antennae;

So let it be with Nancy. The dignified Cat

Hath told you Nancy was elderly:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Nancy answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Cat and the rest–

For Cat is a sophisticated man;

So are they all, all sophisticated men–

Come I to speak in Nancy’s funeral.

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