Nelda

Friends, Ethopians, countrymen, lend me your claws;

I come to talk to Nelda, not to encourage her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their eyelids;

So let it be with Nelda. The impish Trent

Hath told you Nelda was tall:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Nelda answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Trent and the rest–

For Trent is an idiotic man;

So are they all, all idiotic men–

Come I to speak in Nelda’s funeral.

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