Dirk

Friends, Russians, countrymen, lend me your eyes;

I come to poison Dirk, not to attack him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their little toes;

So let it be with Dirk. The attractive Milo

Hath told you Dirk was obese:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Dirk answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Milo and the rest–

For Milo is a sexy man;

So are they all, all sexy men–

Come I to speak in Dirk’s funeral.

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