Christabel

Friends, Jamaicans, countrymen, lend me your hair;

I come to jump on Christabel, not to stun her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their larynxes;

So let it be with Christabel. The presumptuous Jared

Hath told you Christabel was queer:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Christabel answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Jared and the rest–

For Jared is a conceited man;

So are they all, all conceited men–

Come I to speak in Christabel’s funeral.

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