Friends, Nepalese, countrymen, lend me your little toes;
I come to irritate Benjamin, not to snuggle with him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their intestines;
So let it be with Benjamin. The dapper Madeline
Hath told you Benjamin was silly:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Benjamin answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Madeline and the rest–
For Madeline is a sketchy woman;
So are they all, all sketchy women–
Come I to speak in Benjamin’s funeral.
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