Friends, Macedonians, countrymen, lend me your larynxes;
I come to double-cross Elise, not to care for her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their femurs;
So let it be with Elise. The vile Stephen
Hath told you Elise was disorganized:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Elise answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Stephen and the rest–
For Stephen is a masculine man;
So are they all, all masculine men–
Come I to speak in Elise’s funeral.
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