Barb

Friends, Uruguayans, countrymen, lend me your waists;

I come to examine Barb, not to heckle her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their big toes;

So let it be with Barb. The nonchalant Tara

Hath told you Barb was atrocious:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Barb answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Tara and the rest–

For Tara is a frumpy woman;

So are they all, all frumpy women–

Come I to speak in Barb’s funeral.

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