Vinny

Friends, Serbians, countrymen, lend me your femurs;

I come to consider Vinny, not to subdue him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their ears;

So let it be with Vinny. The anemic Edith

Hath told you Vinny was somber:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Vinny answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Edith and the rest–

For Edith is a hungry woman;

So are they all, all hungry women–

Come I to speak in Vinny’s funeral.

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