Friends, Kiwis, countrymen, lend me your mouths;
I come to spit at Ollie, not to date him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their gall bladders;
So let it be with Ollie. The evil Shandra
Hath told you Ollie was conscientious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Ollie answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Shandra and the rest–
For Shandra is a happy woman;
So are they all, all happy women–
Come I to speak in Ollie’s funeral.
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