Briget

Friends, Paraguayans, countrymen, lend me your elbows;

I come to recoil from Briget, not to cover her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their teeth;

So let it be with Briget. The sincere Jürgen

Hath told you Briget was sketchy:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Briget answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Jürgen and the rest–

For Jürgen is a cowardly man;

So are they all, all cowardly men–

Come I to speak in Briget’s funeral.

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