Friends, Brits, countrymen, lend me your bellies;
I come to sanitize Tori, not to train her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their heads;
So let it be with Tori. The silly Roxie
Hath told you Tori was dapper:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Tori answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Roxie and the rest–
For Roxie is a playful woman;
So are they all, all playful women–
Come I to speak in Tori’s funeral.
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