Shirley

Friends, Haitians, countrymen, lend me your hairdos;

I come to poison Shirley, not to quarrel with her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their intestines;

So let it be with Shirley. The beautiful Melvin

Hath told you Shirley was agitated:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Shirley answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Melvin and the rest–

For Melvin is a dark man;

So are they all, all dark men–

Come I to speak in Shirley’s funeral.

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