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Macon

Friends, Japanese, countrymen, lend me your throats;

I come to tease Macon, not to bump him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their funny bones;

So let it be with Macon. The dismal Kelley

Hath told you Macon was charming:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Macon answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Kelley and the rest–

For Kelley is a homely woman;

So are they all, all homely women–

Come I to speak in Macon’s funeral.

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