Friends, Liechtensteinians, countrymen, lend me your eyeballs;
I come to play with Cliff, not to shun him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their carotid arteries;
So let it be with Cliff. The shy Audrey
Hath told you Cliff was mindless:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Cliff answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Audrey and the rest–
For Audrey is a resolute woman;
So are they all, all resolute women–
Come I to speak in Cliff’s funeral.
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