Tess

Friends, Belizians, countrymen, lend me your belly buttons;

I come to dance with Tess, not to mislead her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their tongues;

So let it be with Tess. The cruel Warren

Hath told you Tess was contented:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Tess answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Warren and the rest–

For Warren is a noble man;

So are they all, all noble men–

Come I to speak in Tess’s funeral.

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