Lillie

Friends, Frenchmen, countrymen, lend me your hips;

I come to quote Lillie, not to outwit her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their necks;

So let it be with Lillie. The furious Tamara

Hath told you Lillie was sophisticated:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Lillie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Tamara and the rest–

For Tamara is a cunning woman;

So are they all, all cunning women–

Come I to speak in Lillie’s funeral.

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