Friends, Iraqis, countrymen, lend me your Achilles tendons;
I come to scare May, not to delight her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their tails;
So let it be with May. The charming Ace
Hath told you May was shiftless:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath May answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Ace and the rest–
For Ace is a repulsive man;
So are they all, all repulsive men–
Come I to speak in May’s funeral.
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