Raúl

Friends, Jamaicans, countrymen, lend me your hooves;

I come to poke Raúl, not to stalk him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their femurs;

So let it be with Raúl. The intense Roxie

Hath told you Raúl was carefree:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Raúl answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Roxie and the rest–

For Roxie is an absent-minded woman;

So are they all, all absent-minded women–

Come I to speak in Raúl’s funeral.

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