Louis

Friends, Dutch, countrymen, lend me your pituitary glands;

I come to oppose Louis, not to soothe him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their nostrils;

So let it be with Louis. The dapper Danielle

Hath told you Louis was jaunty:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Louis answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Danielle and the rest–

For Danielle is an energetic woman;

So are they all, all energetic women–

Come I to speak in Louis’s funeral.

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