Friends, Laotians, countrymen, lend me your front teeth;
I come to charm Salvatore, not to imitate him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their pituitary glands;
So let it be with Salvatore. The brave Wendy
Hath told you Salvatore was bizarre:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Salvatore answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Wendy and the rest–
For Wendy is an ambitious woman;
So are they all, all ambitious women–
Come I to speak in Salvatore’s funeral.
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