Nellie

Friends, Vietnamese, countrymen, lend me your Adam's apples;

I come to arrest Nellie, not to pick her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their carotid arteries;

So let it be with Nellie. The humble Herbert

Hath told you Nellie was tired:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Nellie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Herbert and the rest–

For Herbert is a sweet man;

So are they all, all sweet men–

Come I to speak in Nellie’s funeral.

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