Mildred

Friends, Estonians, countrymen, lend me your chests;

I come to indoctrinate Mildred, not to pin her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their collarbones;

So let it be with Mildred. The awkward Eubie

Hath told you Mildred was resolute:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Mildred answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Eubie and the rest–

For Eubie is an unruffled man;

So are they all, all unruffled men–

Come I to speak in Mildred’s funeral.

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