Friends, Chileans, countrymen, lend me your fingernails;
I come to dance with Magnolia, not to split up with her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their pituitary glands;
So let it be with Magnolia. The arrogant Xaviera
Hath told you Magnolia was gallant:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Magnolia answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Xaviera and the rest–
For Xaviera is a sweet woman;
So are they all, all sweet women–
Come I to speak in Magnolia’s funeral.
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