Rachel

Friends, Dutch, countrymen, lend me your veins;

I come to grab Rachel, not to subdue her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their kneecaps;

So let it be with Rachel. The colorless Julie

Hath told you Rachel was poised:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Rachel answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Julie and the rest–

For Julie is a bubbly woman;

So are they all, all bubbly women–

Come I to speak in Rachel’s funeral.

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