Camella

Friends, Swedes, countrymen, lend me your shins;

I come to frustrate Camella, not to punish her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their heads;

So let it be with Camella. The intense Aaron

Hath told you Camella was brazen:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Camella answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Aaron and the rest–

For Aaron is a menacing man;

So are they all, all menacing men–

Come I to speak in Camella’s funeral.

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