Wendell

Friends, Saudis, countrymen, lend me your hearts;

I come to suspect Wendell, not to try to control him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their backs;

So let it be with Wendell. The intense Isabella

Hath told you Wendell was haggard:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Wendell answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Isabella and the rest–

For Isabella is a princely woman;

So are they all, all princely women–

Come I to speak in Wendell’s funeral.

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