Friends, Maltese, countrymen, lend me your esophaguses;
I come to expose Lianlin, not to speak to her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their pride;
So let it be with Lianlin. The perky Nick
Hath told you Lianlin was attractive:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Lianlin answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Nick and the rest–
For Nick is a maniacal man;
So are they all, all maniacal men–
Come I to speak in Lianlin’s funeral.
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