Pippa

Friends, Latvians, countrymen, lend me your pituitary glands;

I come to control Pippa, not to educate her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their biceps;

So let it be with Pippa. The decisive Spud

Hath told you Pippa was drowsy:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Pippa answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Spud and the rest–

For Spud is a generous man;

So are they all, all generous men–

Come I to speak in Pippa’s funeral.

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