Friends, Egyptians, countrymen, lend me your fingers;
I come to replace Gretchen, not to make a face at her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their kneecaps;
So let it be with Gretchen. The moody Bum
Hath told you Gretchen was megalomaniacal:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Gretchen answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Bum and the rest–
For Bum is a sober man;
So are they all, all sober men–
Come I to speak in Gretchen’s funeral.
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