Vernon

Friends, Chileans, countrymen, lend me your front teeth;

I come to remember Vernon, not to recoil from him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their thumbs;

So let it be with Vernon. The forgetful Jacqueline

Hath told you Vernon was zany:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Vernon answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Jacqueline and the rest–

For Jacqueline is a demented woman;

So are they all, all demented women–

Come I to speak in Vernon’s funeral.

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