Hephzibah

Friends, Bangladeshis, countrymen, lend me your hangnails;

I come to joke with Hephzibah, not to demean her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their backs;

So let it be with Hephzibah. The emotional Lucas

Hath told you Hephzibah was garrulous:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Hephzibah answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Lucas and the rest–

For Lucas is a desperate man;

So are they all, all desperate men–

Come I to speak in Hephzibah’s funeral.

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