Harley

Friends, Danes, countrymen, lend me your lips;

I come to massage Harley, not to aggravate him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their arms;

So let it be with Harley. The carefree Cherise

Hath told you Harley was energetic:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Harley answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Cherise and the rest–

For Cherise is a fascinating woman;

So are they all, all fascinating women–

Come I to speak in Harley’s funeral.

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