Friends, Dutch, countrymen, lend me your veins;
I come to grab Rachel, not to subdue her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their kneecaps;
So let it be with Rachel. The colorless Julie
Hath told you Rachel was poised:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Rachel answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Julie and the rest–
For Julie is a bubbly woman;
So are they all, all bubbly women–
Come I to speak in Rachel’s funeral.
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