Friends, Senegalese, countrymen, lend me your paws;
I come to spank Jughead, not to shake him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their toenails;
So let it be with Jughead. The bellicose Buck
Hath told you Jughead was sober:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Jughead answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Buck and the rest–
For Buck is an eccentric man;
So are they all, all eccentric men–
Come I to speak in Jughead’s funeral.
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