Audra

Friends, Laotians, countrymen, lend me your pituitary glands;

I come to injure Audra, not to ignore her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their kidneys;

So let it be with Audra. The thoughtful Jeff

Hath told you Audra was disorganized:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Audra answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Jeff and the rest–

For Jeff is a polite man;

So are they all, all polite men–

Come I to speak in Audra’s funeral.

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