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Vince

Friends, Lithuanians, countrymen, lend me your kneecaps;

I come to please Vince, not to whisper to him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their kidneys;

So let it be with Vince. The energetic Denise

Hath told you Vince was dumb:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Vince answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Denise and the rest–

For Denise is a sinister woman;

So are they all, all sinister women–

Come I to speak in Vince’s funeral.

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