Latrina

Friends, Poles, countrymen, lend me your pieholes;

I come to study Latrina, not to punish her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their knuckles;

So let it be with Latrina. The excitable Ichabod

Hath told you Latrina was careful:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Latrina answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Ichabod and the rest–

For Ichabod is a fascinating man;

So are they all, all fascinating men–

Come I to speak in Latrina’s funeral.

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