Betsy

Friends, Egyptians, countrymen, lend me your kidneys;

I come to isolate Betsy, not to poke her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their adrenal glands;

So let it be with Betsy. The hairy Dave

Hath told you Betsy was confident:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Betsy answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Dave and the rest–

For Dave is a frightened man;

So are they all, all frightened men–

Come I to speak in Betsy’s funeral.

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