Mark

Friends, Liechtensteinians, countrymen, lend me your egos;

I come to sit on Mark, not to block him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their bellies;

So let it be with Mark. The sleepy Bailey

Hath told you Mark was corpulent:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Mark answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Bailey and the rest–

For Bailey is a considerate woman;

So are they all, all considerate women–

Come I to speak in Mark’s funeral.

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