Nathan

Friends, Romanians, countrymen, lend me your bladders;

I come to break Nathan, not to isolate him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their hooves;

So let it be with Nathan. The sexy Marv

Hath told you Nathan was mournful:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Nathan answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Marv and the rest–

For Marv is a vacuous man;

So are they all, all vacuous men–

Come I to speak in Nathan’s funeral.

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