Alton

Friends, Tibetans, countrymen, lend me your abdomens;

I come to amuse Alton, not to punch him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their spleens;

So let it be with Alton. The shiftless Romeo

Hath told you Alton was desperate:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Alton answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Romeo and the rest–

For Romeo is a pigeon-toed man;

So are they all, all pigeon-toed men–

Come I to speak in Alton’s funeral.

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