Friends, Mexicans, countrymen, lend me your horns;
I come to shave Guy, not to torment him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their calves;
So let it be with Guy. The passionate Phyllis
Hath told you Guy was evil:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Guy answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Phyllis and the rest–
For Phyllis is an attractive woman;
So are they all, all attractive women–
Come I to speak in Guy’s funeral.
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