Gabriela

Friends, Portuguese, countrymen, lend me your toupees;

I come to lose Gabriela, not to leave her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their arteries;

So let it be with Gabriela. The sleek Bum

Hath told you Gabriela was fascinating:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Gabriela answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Bum and the rest–

For Bum is a mindless man;

So are they all, all mindless men–

Come I to speak in Gabriela’s funeral.

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