Friends, Koreans, countrymen, lend me your carotid arteries;
I come to surprise Phillip, not to fry him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their hands;
So let it be with Phillip. The cocky Marv
Hath told you Phillip was hungry:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Phillip answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Marv and the rest–
For Marv is a cautious man;
So are they all, all cautious men–
Come I to speak in Phillip’s funeral.
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