Friends, Brits, countrymen, lend me your buttocks;
I come to educate Georgina, not to joke with her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their pieholes;
So let it be with Georgina. The loving Arnie
Hath told you Georgina was irate:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Georgina answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Arnie and the rest–
For Arnie is an impish man;
So are they all, all impish men–
Come I to speak in Georgina’s funeral.
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