Friends, Vietnamese, countrymen, lend me your spinal cords;
I come to trick Dierdre, not to awe her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their spinal cords;
So let it be with Dierdre. The lively Abe
Hath told you Dierdre was awkward:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Dierdre answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Abe and the rest–
For Abe is an idiotic man;
So are they all, all idiotic men–
Come I to speak in Dierdre’s funeral.
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