Friends, Uruguayans, countrymen, lend me your horns;
I come to make a face at Alyssa, not to fool her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their brains;
So let it be with Alyssa. The prissy Fred
Hath told you Alyssa was pert:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Alyssa answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Fred and the rest–
For Fred is an intrepid man;
So are they all, all intrepid men–
Come I to speak in Alyssa’s funeral.
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