Horatio

Friends, Botswanans, countrymen, lend me your guts;

I come to date Horatio, not to pulverize him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their scalps;

So let it be with Horatio. The yappy Rosie

Hath told you Horatio was fierce:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Horatio answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Rosie and the rest–

For Rosie is an energetic woman;

So are they all, all energetic women–

Come I to speak in Horatio’s funeral.

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