Nathaniel

Friends, Americans, countrymen, lend me your little toes;

I come to fry Nathaniel, not to whisper to him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their shins;

So let it be with Nathaniel. The repulsive Judy

Hath told you Nathaniel was noble:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Nathaniel answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Judy and the rest–

For Judy is an undignified woman;

So are they all, all undignified women–

Come I to speak in Nathaniel’s funeral.

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