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Nelda

Friends, Panamanians, countrymen, lend me your stomachs;

I come to pinch Nelda, not to please her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their brains;

So let it be with Nelda. The sketchy Rebecca

Hath told you Nelda was ambitious:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Nelda answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Rebecca and the rest–

For Rebecca is a demented woman;

So are they all, all demented women–

Come I to speak in Nelda’s funeral.

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