Larry

Friends, Danes, countrymen, lend me your little toes;

I come to speak to Larry, not to ostracize him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their eyebrows;

So let it be with Larry. The muscular Vilmer

Hath told you Larry was choleric:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Larry answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Vilmer and the rest–

For Vilmer is an excitable man;

So are they all, all excitable men–

Come I to speak in Larry’s funeral.

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