Lianlin

Friends, Maltese, countrymen, lend me your esophaguses;

I come to expose Lianlin, not to speak to her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their pride;

So let it be with Lianlin. The perky Nick

Hath told you Lianlin was attractive:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Lianlin answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Nick and the rest–

For Nick is a maniacal man;

So are they all, all maniacal men–

Come I to speak in Lianlin’s funeral.

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