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