Diane

Friends, Chileans, countrymen, lend me your skins;

I come to aggravate Diane, not to have a talk with her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their front teeth;

So let it be with Diane. The cocky Nate

Hath told you Diane was brash:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Diane answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Nate and the rest–

For Nate is a repulsive man;

So are they all, all repulsive men–

Come I to speak in Diane’s funeral.

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