Friends, Swedes, countrymen, lend me your shins;
I come to frustrate Camella, not to punish her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their heads;
So let it be with Camella. The intense Aaron
Hath told you Camella was brazen:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Camella answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Aaron and the rest–
For Aaron is a menacing man;
So are they all, all menacing men–
Come I to speak in Camella’s funeral.
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