Libby

Friends, Greeks, countrymen, lend me your horns;

I come to spank Libby, not to cozy up to her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their heads;

So let it be with Libby. The peculiar Devon

Hath told you Libby was polite:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Libby answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Devon and the rest–

For Devon is a brazen man;

So are they all, all brazen men–

Come I to speak in Libby’s funeral.

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