Friends, Guatemalans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to doubt Karl, not to sanitize him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their hooves;
So let it be with Karl. The contented Bull
Hath told you Karl was frantic:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Karl answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Bull and the rest–
For Bull is a bilious man;
So are they all, all bilious men–
Come I to speak in Karl’s funeral.
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