Pleasance

Friends, Nepalese, countrymen, lend me your eyeballs;

I come to giggle at Pleasance, not to hypnotize her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their Adam's apples;

So let it be with Pleasance. The powerful Millicent

Hath told you Pleasance was statuesque:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Pleasance answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Millicent and the rest–

For Millicent is a vivacious man;

So are they all, all vivacious men–

Come I to speak in Pleasance’s funeral.

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