Studs

Friends, Macedonians, countrymen, lend me your hands;

I come to encourage Studs, not to shave him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their fingers;

So let it be with Studs. The haughty Fran

Hath told you Studs was cute:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Studs answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Fran and the rest–

For Fran is an enthusiastic woman;

So are they all, all enthusiastic women–

Come I to speak in Studs’s funeral.

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