Friends, Easter Islanders, countrymen, lend me your hangnails;
I come to deceive Fiona, not to spank her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their spleens;
So let it be with Fiona. The zany Millicent
Hath told you Fiona was comely:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Fiona answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Millicent and the rest–
For Millicent is an absent-minded man;
So are they all, all absent-minded men–
Come I to speak in Fiona’s funeral.
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