Friends, Haitians, countrymen, lend me your throats;
I come to leave Samuel, not to go out with him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their brains;
So let it be with Samuel. The impish Elsa
Hath told you Samuel was shy:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Samuel answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Elsa and the rest–
For Elsa is a young woman;
So are they all, all young women–
Come I to speak in Samuel’s funeral.
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