Jennessa

Friends, Turks, countrymen, lend me your ears;

I come to trip Jennessa, not to blink at her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their hairdos;

So let it be with Jennessa. The urbane Raymond

Hath told you Jennessa was wily:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Jennessa answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Raymond and the rest–

For Raymond is a menacing man;

So are they all, all menacing men–

Come I to speak in Jennessa’s funeral.

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