Lillian

Friends, Luxembourgans, countrymen, lend me your beards;

I come to rebuff Lillian, not to draw strength from her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their shins;

So let it be with Lillian. The disorganized Konstanze

Hath told you Lillian was generous:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Lillian answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Konstanze and the rest–

For Konstanze is a moody woman;

So are they all, all moody women–

Come I to speak in Lillian’s funeral.

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