Bronk

Friends, Algerians, countrymen, lend me your eyeballs;

I come to try to control Bronk, not to cozy up to him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their big toes;

So let it be with Bronk. The forgetful Antonio

Hath told you Bronk was sexy:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Bronk answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Antonio and the rest–

For Antonio is a sinister man;

So are they all, all sinister men–

Come I to speak in Bronk’s funeral.

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