Friends, Japanese, countrymen, lend me your belly buttons;
I come to kick Paul, not to call him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their backs;
So let it be with Paul. The homely Nettie
Hath told you Paul was stubby:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Paul answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Nettie and the rest–
For Nettie is a corpulent woman;
So are they all, all corpulent women–
Come I to speak in Paul’s funeral.
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