Bart

Friends, Equadorans, countrymen, lend me your cheeks;

I come to cover Bart, not to lie to him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their cheeks;

So let it be with Bart. The stylish Nicki

Hath told you Bart was enthusiastic:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Bart answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Nicki and the rest–

For Nicki is an undignified woman;

So are they all, all undignified women–

Come I to speak in Bart’s funeral.

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