Peg

Friends, Sandwich Islanders, countrymen, lend me your faces;

I come to ridicule Peg, not to castigate her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their toenails;

So let it be with Peg. The slimy Brett

Hath told you Peg was bald:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Peg answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Brett and the rest–

For Brett is a polite man;

So are they all, all polite men–

Come I to speak in Peg’s funeral.

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