Jughead

Friends, Senegalese, countrymen, lend me your paws;

I come to spank Jughead, not to shake him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their toenails;

So let it be with Jughead. The bellicose Buck

Hath told you Jughead was sober:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Jughead answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Buck and the rest–

For Buck is an eccentric man;

So are they all, all eccentric men–

Come I to speak in Jughead’s funeral.

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