Friends, Panamanians, countrymen, lend me your feet;
I come to jump on Dagmar, not to shrink her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their kneecaps;
So let it be with Dagmar. The wizened Stacy
Hath told you Dagmar was naïve:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Dagmar answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Stacy and the rest–
For Stacy is a wizened woman;
So are they all, all wizened women–
Come I to speak in Dagmar’s funeral.
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