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Marvin

Friends, New Guineans, countrymen, lend me your mouths;

I come to date Marvin, not to suspect him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their claws;

So let it be with Marvin. The vile Pleasance

Hath told you Marvin was modest:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Marvin answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Pleasance and the rest–

For Pleasance is an adorable woman;

So are they all, all adorable women–

Come I to speak in Marvin’s funeral.

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