Dierdre

Friends, Vietnamese, countrymen, lend me your spinal cords;

I come to trick Dierdre, not to awe her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their spinal cords;

So let it be with Dierdre. The lively Abe

Hath told you Dierdre was awkward:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Dierdre answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Abe and the rest–

For Abe is an idiotic man;

So are they all, all idiotic men–

Come I to speak in Dierdre’s funeral.

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