Friends, Japanese, countrymen, lend me your feet;
I come to mess with Elsie, not to poke her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their hips;
So let it be with Elsie. The enthusiastic Kyle
Hath told you Elsie was taciturn:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Elsie answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Kyle and the rest–
For Kyle is a freakish man;
So are they all, all freakish men–
Come I to speak in Elsie’s funeral.
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