Friends, Koreans, countrymen, lend me your skulls;
I come to mock Madelyn, not to stun her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their arms;
So let it be with Madelyn. The dependable Katie
Hath told you Madelyn was wicked:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Madelyn answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Katie and the rest–
For Katie is a crafty woman;
So are they all, all crafty women–
Come I to speak in Madelyn’s funeral.
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