Draco

Friends, Maltese, countrymen, lend me your livers;

I come to baffle Draco, not to see him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their shins;

So let it be with Draco. The vacuous Kristen

Hath told you Draco was somber:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Draco answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Kristen and the rest–

For Kristen is an idiotic woman;

So are they all, all idiotic women–

Come I to speak in Draco’s funeral.

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