Friends, Australians, countrymen, lend me your midriffs;
I come to bond with Pleasance, not to subdue her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their calves;
So let it be with Pleasance. The exuberant Guy
Hath told you Pleasance was cheerful:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Pleasance answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Guy and the rest–
For Guy is a mindless man;
So are they all, all mindless men–
Come I to speak in Pleasance’s funeral.
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