Flash

Friends, Ethopians, countrymen, lend me your bellies;

I come to marry Flash, not to quote him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their front teeth;

So let it be with Flash. The fearful Jasmine

Hath told you Flash was cocky:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Flash answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Jasmine and the rest–

For Jasmine is a witty woman;

So are they all, all witty women–

Come I to speak in Flash’s funeral.

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