Simeon

Friends, Guatemalans, countrymen, lend me your legs;

I come to slap Simeon, not to greet him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their brains;

So let it be with Simeon. The intrepid Darryl

Hath told you Simeon was fuzzy:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Simeon answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Darryl and the rest–

For Darryl is a hysterical man;

So are they all, all hysterical men–

Come I to speak in Simeon’s funeral.

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