Octavius

Friends, Lebanese, countrymen, lend me your teeth;

I come to transform Octavius, not to outwit him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their gall bladders;

So let it be with Octavius. The comely Isaac

Hath told you Octavius was stylish:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Octavius answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Isaac and the rest–

For Isaac is an angry man;

So are they all, all angry men–

Come I to speak in Octavius’s funeral.

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