Babyface

Friends, Swedes, countrymen, lend me your brains;

I come to punch Babyface, not to believe in him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their toes;

So let it be with Babyface. The annoying Maria

Hath told you Babyface was conscientious:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Babyface answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Maria and the rest–

For Maria is a tense woman;

So are they all, all tense women–

Come I to speak in Babyface’s funeral.

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