Friends, Finns, countrymen, lend me your dignity;
I come to break Beatrice, not to shave her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their carotid arteries;
So let it be with Beatrice. The dismal Ace
Hath told you Beatrice was agile:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Beatrice answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Ace and the rest–
For Ace is a selfish man;
So are they all, all selfish men–
Come I to speak in Beatrice’s funeral.
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