Delores

Friends, Vietnamese, countrymen, lend me your throats;

I come to trip Delores, not to imitate her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their belly buttons;

So let it be with Delores. The unruffled Bettie Lou

Hath told you Delores was urbane:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Delores answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Bettie Lou and the rest–

For Bettie Lou is a sloppy woman;

So are they all, all sloppy women–

Come I to speak in Delores’s funeral.

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