Bonnie

Friends, Paraguayans, countrymen, lend me your intestines;

I come to spill a Mudslide on Bonnie, not to believe her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their nostrils;

So let it be with Bonnie. The proud Lottie

Hath told you Bonnie was perky:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Bonnie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Lottie and the rest–

For Lottie is a vile woman;

So are they all, all vile women–

Come I to speak in Bonnie’s funeral.

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