Friends, Koreans, countrymen, lend me your femurs;
I come to leave Cody, not to pulverize him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their funny bones;
So let it be with Cody. The sincere Alice
Hath told you Cody was sleek:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Cody answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Alice and the rest–
For Alice is a creepy woman;
So are they all, all creepy women–
Come I to speak in Cody’s funeral.
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