Friends, Sandwich Islanders, countrymen, lend me your livers;
I come to aggravate Joanie, not to kill her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their little fingers;
So let it be with Joanie. The creepy Bruce
Hath told you Joanie was diabolical:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Joanie answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Bruce and the rest–
For Bruce is a selfish man;
So are they all, all selfish men–
Come I to speak in Joanie’s funeral.
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