Phillip

Friends, Koreans, countrymen, lend me your carotid arteries;

I come to surprise Phillip, not to fry him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their hands;

So let it be with Phillip. The cocky Marv

Hath told you Phillip was hungry:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Phillip answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Marv and the rest–

For Marv is a cautious man;

So are they all, all cautious men–

Come I to speak in Phillip’s funeral.

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