Godiva

Friends, Chileans, countrymen, lend me your skins;

I come to malign Godiva, not to wink at her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their tongues;

So let it be with Godiva. The anemic Henrietta

Hath told you Godiva was hairy:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Godiva answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Henrietta and the rest–

For Henrietta is a dapper woman;

So are they all, all dapper women–

Come I to speak in Godiva’s funeral.

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