Pleasance

Friends, Australians, countrymen, lend me your midriffs;

I come to bond with Pleasance, not to subdue her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their calves;

So let it be with Pleasance. The exuberant Guy

Hath told you Pleasance was cheerful:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Pleasance answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Guy and the rest–

For Guy is a mindless man;

So are they all, all mindless men–

Come I to speak in Pleasance’s funeral.

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