Friends, Easter Islanders, countrymen, lend me your earlobes;
I come to baffle Norm, not to imitate him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their knees;
So let it be with Norm. The tired Marybel
Hath told you Norm was cuddly:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Norm answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Marybel and the rest–
For Marybel is a generous woman;
So are they all, all generous women–
Come I to speak in Norm’s funeral.
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