Marvin

Friends, Latvians, countrymen, lend me your antennae;

I come to frustrate Marvin, not to try to control him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their adrenal glands;

So let it be with Marvin. The apoplectic Rufus

Hath told you Marvin was sloppy:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Marvin answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Rufus and the rest–

For Rufus is a frightened man;

So are they all, all frightened men–

Come I to speak in Marvin’s funeral.

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