Friends, Maltese, countrymen, lend me your brains;
I come to pick Charlene, not to step on her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their stomachs;
So let it be with Charlene. The athletic Lillie
Hath told you Charlene was sarcastic:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Charlene answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Lillie and the rest–
For Lillie is a confident woman;
So are they all, all confident women–
Come I to speak in Charlene’s funeral.
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