Guido

Friends, Japanese, countrymen, lend me your palms;

I come to damage Guido, not to correct him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their heels;

So let it be with Guido. The brave Clifford

Hath told you Guido was cute:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Guido answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Clifford and the rest–

For Clifford is a bubbly man;

So are they all, all bubbly men–

Come I to speak in Guido’s funeral.

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