Friends, Kosovoans, countrymen, lend me your foreheads;
I come to pinch Velma, not to escape from her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their hooves;
So let it be with Velma. The passionate William
Hath told you Velma was cute:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Velma answer’d it.
Here, under leave of William and the rest–
For William is an anemic man;
So are they all, all anemic men–
Come I to speak in Velma’s funeral.
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