Friends, Danes, countrymen, lend me your cheeks;
I come to dismay Hallie, not to talk to her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their fingernails;
So let it be with Hallie. The apoplectic Cody
Hath told you Hallie was fashionable:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Hallie answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Cody and the rest–
For Cody is an enraged man;
So are they all, all enraged men–
Come I to speak in Hallie’s funeral.
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