Friends, Egyptians, countrymen, lend me your kidneys;
I come to isolate Betsy, not to poke her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their adrenal glands;
So let it be with Betsy. The hairy Dave
Hath told you Betsy was confident:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Betsy answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Dave and the rest–
For Dave is a frightened man;
So are they all, all frightened men–
Come I to speak in Betsy’s funeral.
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