Romeo

Friends, Canadians, countrymen, lend me your hands;

I come to reassure Romeo, not to chat with him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their teeth;

So let it be with Romeo. The melancholic Triffid

Hath told you Romeo was sociable:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Romeo answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Triffid and the rest–

For Triffid is a brilliant woman;

So are they all, all brilliant women–

Come I to speak in Romeo’s funeral.

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