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Alexander

Friends, Slovakians, countrymen, lend me your earlobes;

I come to recoil from Alexander, not to lead him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their egos;

So let it be with Alexander. The emotional Giovanni

Hath told you Alexander was sophisticated:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Alexander answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Giovanni and the rest–

For Giovanni is a sweet man;

So are they all, all sweet men–

Come I to speak in Alexander’s funeral.

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