Damien

Friends, Mexicans, countrymen, lend me your noses;

I come to manipulate Damien, not to investigate him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their hearts;

So let it be with Damien. The selfish Christabel

Hath told you Damien was frightened:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Damien answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Christabel and the rest–

For Christabel is a pigeon-toed woman;

So are they all, all pigeon-toed women–

Come I to speak in Damien’s funeral.

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