Vivian

Friends, Romanians, countrymen, lend me your pride;

I come to please Vivian, not to mesmerize her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their backs;

So let it be with Vivian. The solitary Raúl

Hath told you Vivian was insane:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Vivian answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Raúl and the rest–

For Raúl is a depraved man;

So are they all, all depraved men–

Come I to speak in Vivian’s funeral.

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