Friends, teachers, campusmen, lend me your ears;
I come here to read the questions, not to answer them.
The CGs that men score lives on after them
The ‘tapofication’ and proxies are oft interred with their sems
So let it be with me….
…The noble Prof Hath told you
The paper would be easy:
If it were so, it was a grievous miscommunication,
And grievously had all students answered it.
Here, under the leave of Prof,
(For the Prof is an honourable man)
Come I to appear in the mid sems..
Books were once my friends, faithful and just to me:
But the Prof’s slides are bouncers;
And the Prof is an honourable man…
Students hath brought many library books to Home,
Whose pages did the general cupboards fill:
Does this in them seem to be a lesser effort?
When the tests were announced, we all had wept:
Imprudence should be made of sterner stuff
And yet the Prof says we are imprudent,
And the Prof is an honorable man.
I speak not to disprove what Prof told,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did get good marks once, not without cause
What cause withholds you then to copy once more?
O Marks! thou art fled to Maggus,
And men have lost their CGs….Bear with me;
My heart is in the next question,
And I must pause, till someone shows it to me.
This piece is a parody of the famous speech delivered by Mark Antony during Julius Caesar’s funeral (William Shakespeare). Here’s a video link of the well crafted dialogue performed by Barnabes Reti.