Friends, Germans, countrymen, lend me your thighs;
I come to frown at Gillian, not to transform her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their fingers;
So let it be with Gillian. The sassy Lorrie
Hath told you Gillian was thoughtful:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Gillian answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Lorrie and the rest–
For Lorrie is a fascinating woman;
So are they all, all fascinating women–
Come I to speak in Gillian’s funeral.
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