Ivan

Friends, Japanese, countrymen, lend me your earlobes;

I come to call the cops on Ivan, not to tickle him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their foreheads;

So let it be with Ivan. The decisive Jasmine

Hath told you Ivan was agitated:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Ivan answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Jasmine and the rest–

For Jasmine is a conceited woman;

So are they all, all conceited women–

Come I to speak in Ivan’s funeral.

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