Friends, Italians, countrymen, lend me your spines;
I come to dump Meredith, not to correct her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their thyroid glands;
So let it be with Meredith. The megalomaniacal Madison
Hath told you Meredith was brash:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Meredith answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Madison and the rest–
For Madison is a miniscule woman;
So are they all, all miniscule women–
Come I to speak in Meredith’s funeral.
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