Friends, Danes, countrymen, lend me your teeth;
I come to awe Rover, not to recoil from him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their skins;
So let it be with Rover. The cheerful Charlene
Hath told you Rover was monstrous:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Rover answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Charlene and the rest–
For Charlene is an unruffled woman;
So are they all, all unruffled women–
Come I to speak in Rover’s funeral.
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