Lonnie

Friends, Mongolians, countrymen, lend me your heads;

I come to befuddle Lonnie, not to go out with him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their esophaguses;

So let it be with Lonnie. The brilliant Maria

Hath told you Lonnie was sassy:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Lonnie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Maria and the rest–

For Maria is a haughty woman;

So are they all, all haughty women–

Come I to speak in Lonnie’s funeral.

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