Friends, Bangladeshis, countrymen, lend me your jaws;
I come to shake Michaelangelo, not to question him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their heads;
So let it be with Michaelangelo. The naïve Megan
Hath told you Michaelangelo was disagreeable:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Michaelangelo answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Megan and the rest–
For Megan is an urbane woman;
So are they all, all urbane women–
Come I to speak in Michaelangelo’s funeral.
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