Friends, Tibetans, countrymen, lend me your heels;
I come to grab Alisa, not to talk to her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their fingers;
So let it be with Alisa. The attractive Evette
Hath told you Alisa was amiable:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Alisa answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Evette and the rest–
For Evette is a mindless woman;
So are they all, all mindless women–
Come I to speak in Alisa’s funeral.
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