Stuart

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

I come to trust Stuart, not to praise him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their hooves;

So let it be with Stuart. The sloppy Arnie

Hath told you Stuart was considerate:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Stuart answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Arnie and the rest–

For Arnie is an affable man;

So are they all, all affable men–

Come I to speak in Stuart’s funeral.

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