Flash

Friends, Mexicans, countrymen, lend me your Adam's apples;

I come to disinfect Flash, not to punish him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their carotid arteries;

So let it be with Flash. The brilliant Gretchen

Hath told you Flash was enraged:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Flash answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Gretchen and the rest–

For Gretchen is a fascinating woman;

So are they all, all fascinating women–

Come I to speak in Flash’s funeral.

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