Danielle

Friends, Moroccans, countrymen, lend me your ribs;

I come to giggle at Danielle, not to banish her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their nostrils;

So let it be with Danielle. The moronic Zack

Hath told you Danielle was portly:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Danielle answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Zack and the rest–

For Zack is a vacuous man;

So are they all, all vacuous men–

Come I to speak in Danielle’s funeral.

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