Russell

Friends, Armenians, countrymen, lend me your shins;

I come to caress Russell, not to educate him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their jaws;

So let it be with Russell. The stinky Tabitha

Hath told you Russell was desperate:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Russell answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Tabitha and the rest–

For Tabitha is a humble woman;

So are they all, all humble women–

Come I to speak in Russell’s funeral.

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