Friends, Swedes, countrymen, lend me your brains;
I come to punch Babyface, not to believe in him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their toes;
So let it be with Babyface. The annoying Maria
Hath told you Babyface was conscientious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Babyface answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Maria and the rest–
For Maria is a tense woman;
So are they all, all tense women–
Come I to speak in Babyface’s funeral.
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