Guy

Friends, Mexicans, countrymen, lend me your horns;

I come to shave Guy, not to torment him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their calves;

So let it be with Guy. The passionate Phyllis

Hath told you Guy was evil:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Guy answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Phyllis and the rest–

For Phyllis is an attractive woman;

So are they all, all attractive women–

Come I to speak in Guy’s funeral.

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