DeWitt

Friends, Lithuanians, countrymen, lend me your feet;

I come to mock DeWitt, not to doubt him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their kneecaps;

So let it be with DeWitt. The hysterical Latrina

Hath told you DeWitt was desperate:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath DeWitt answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Latrina and the rest–

For Latrina is a puzzled woman;

So are they all, all puzzled women–

Come I to speak in DeWitt’s funeral.

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