Alicia

Friends, Lebanese, countrymen, lend me your chins;

I come to exclude Alicia, not to oppose her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their fingernails;

So let it be with Alicia. The cunning John Paul

Hath told you Alicia was serious:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Alicia answer’d it.

Here, under leave of John Paul and the rest–

For John Paul is a drowsy man;

So are they all, all drowsy men–

Come I to speak in Alicia’s funeral.

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