Friends, Israelis, countrymen, lend me your eyeballs;
I come to satisfy Chloe, not to outrun her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their paws;
So let it be with Chloe. The decent Stan
Hath told you Chloe was mindless:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Chloe answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Stan and the rest–
For Stan is a nonchalant man;
So are they all, all nonchalant men–
Come I to speak in Chloe’s funeral.
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