Cliff

Friends, Armenians, countrymen, lend me your arteries;

I come to apologize to Cliff, not to awe him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their heels;

So let it be with Cliff. The queer Marvin

Hath told you Cliff was maniacal:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Cliff answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Marvin and the rest–

For Marvin is a cowardly man;

So are they all, all cowardly men–

Come I to speak in Cliff’s funeral.

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