Darryl

Friends, Georgians, countrymen, lend me your pieholes;

I come to quote Darryl, not to poison him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their necks;

So let it be with Darryl. The exuberant Kayla

Hath told you Darryl was attractive:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Darryl answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Kayla and the rest–

For Kayla is an evil woman;

So are they all, all evil women–

Come I to speak in Darryl’s funeral.

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