Friends, Greeks, countrymen, lend me your femurs;
I come to kiss Sven, not to needle him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their biceps;
So let it be with Sven. The tense Veronica
Hath told you Sven was agitated:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Sven answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Veronica and the rest–
For Veronica is an amiable woman;
So are they all, all amiable women–
Come I to speak in Sven’s funeral.
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