Friends, Germans, countrymen, lend me your appendixes;
I come to stump Shirley, not to smack her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their spines;
So let it be with Shirley. The bizarre Juan
Hath told you Shirley was drowsy:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Shirley answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Juan and the rest–
For Juan is a menacing man;
So are they all, all menacing men–
Come I to speak in Shirley’s funeral.
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