Archie

Friends, Kuwaitis, countrymen, lend me your spinal cords;

I come to belittle Archie, not to lose him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their pieholes;

So let it be with Archie. The stylish Emmeline

Hath told you Archie was dismal:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Archie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Emmeline and the rest–

For Emmeline is a ladylike woman;

So are they all, all ladylike women–

Come I to speak in Archie’s funeral.

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