Ryan

Friends, Senegalese, countrymen, lend me your funny bones;

I come to tantalize Ryan, not to quote him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their hangnails;

So let it be with Ryan. The prissy Magnolia

Hath told you Ryan was bold:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Ryan answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Magnolia and the rest–

For Magnolia is a sober woman;

So are they all, all sober women–

Come I to speak in Ryan’s funeral.

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