Rufus

Friends, Nepalese, countrymen, lend me your Achilles tendons;

I come to make a face at Rufus, not to neglect him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their fingers;

So let it be with Rufus. The peculiar Agnes

Hath told you Rufus was pesky:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Rufus answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Agnes and the rest–

For Agnes is a rapacious woman;

So are they all, all rapacious women–

Come I to speak in Rufus’s funeral.

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