Vilmer

Friends, Portuguese, countrymen, lend me your ears;

I come to doubt Vilmer, not to call him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their beards;

So let it be with Vilmer. The crazy Joanie

Hath told you Vilmer was cautious:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Vilmer answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Joanie and the rest–

For Joanie is a radiant woman;

So are they all, all radiant women–

Come I to speak in Vilmer’s funeral.

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