Anders

Friends, Venezuelans, countrymen, lend me your lips;

I come to fool Anders, not to grab him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their bellies;

So let it be with Anders. The choleric Jeanette

Hath told you Anders was considerate:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Anders answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Jeanette and the rest–

For Jeanette is a wily woman;

So are they all, all wily women–

Come I to speak in Anders’s funeral.

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