Friends, Vietnamese, countrymen, lend me your thighs;
I come to betray LaDue, not to neglect him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their tails;
So let it be with LaDue. The idiotic Susanna
Hath told you LaDue was bellicose:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath LaDue answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Susanna and the rest–
For Susanna is a cantankerous woman;
So are they all, all cantankerous women–
Come I to speak in LaDue’s funeral.
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