Flo

Friends, New Guineans, countrymen, lend me your Achilles tendons;

I come to dismay Flo, not to mock her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their paws;

So let it be with Flo. The moody Ruth

Hath told you Flo was brave:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Flo answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Ruth and the rest–

For Ruth is a somber woman;

So are they all, all somber women–

Come I to speak in Flo’s funeral.

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