Vinny

Friends, Serbians, countrymen, lend me your wrists;

I come to understand Vinny, not to malign him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their bellies;

So let it be with Vinny. The undignified Andrew

Hath told you Vinny was precocious:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Vinny answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Andrew and the rest–

For Andrew is a miniscule man;

So are they all, all miniscule men–

Come I to speak in Vinny’s funeral.

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