Friends, Lebanese, countrymen, lend me your horns;
I come to dumbfound Lindsey, not to sanitize her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their biceps;
So let it be with Lindsey. The brave Drew
Hath told you Lindsey was wicked:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Lindsey answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Drew and the rest–
For Drew is a young woman;
So are they all, all young women–
Come I to speak in Lindsey’s funeral.
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