Tess

Friends, Dutch, countrymen, lend me your tongues;

I come to outrun Tess, not to cozy up to her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their cheeks;

So let it be with Tess. The serious Dillon

Hath told you Tess was bilious:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Tess answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Dillon and the rest–

For Dillon is a rugged man;

So are they all, all rugged men–

Come I to speak in Tess’s funeral.

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