Edwin

Friends, Lithuanians, countrymen, lend me your shins;

I come to appease Edwin, not to operate on him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their skins;

So let it be with Edwin. The young Krista

Hath told you Edwin was paranoid:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Edwin answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Krista and the rest–

For Krista is an annoying woman;

So are they all, all annoying women–

Come I to speak in Edwin’s funeral.

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