Friends, Ethopians, countrymen, lend me your kneecaps;
I come to snuggle with Agnes, not to heckle her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their heels;
So let it be with Agnes. The tense Gerald
Hath told you Agnes was bilious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Agnes answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Gerald and the rest–
For Gerald is a mean man;
So are they all, all mean men–
Come I to speak in Agnes’s funeral.
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