Friends, Danes, countrymen, lend me your lips;
I come to massage Harley, not to aggravate him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their arms;
So let it be with Harley. The carefree Cherise
Hath told you Harley was energetic:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Harley answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Cherise and the rest–
For Cherise is a fascinating woman;
So are they all, all fascinating women–
Come I to speak in Harley’s funeral.
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