Antoinette

Friends, Ethopians, countrymen, lend me your skins;

I come to mess with Antoinette, not to exclude her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their brains;

So let it be with Antoinette. The passionate DeWitt

Hath told you Antoinette was garrulous:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Antoinette answer’d it.

Here, under leave of DeWitt and the rest–

For DeWitt is a frumpy man;

So are they all, all frumpy men–

Come I to speak in Antoinette’s funeral.

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