Friends, Turks, countrymen, lend me your eyes;
I come to text Dustin, not to train him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their adrenal glands;
So let it be with Dustin. The tense Rosa
Hath told you Dustin was freakish:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Dustin answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Rosa and the rest–
For Rosa is a dependable woman;
So are they all, all dependable women–
Come I to speak in Dustin’s funeral.
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