Kirby

Friends, Ugandans, countrymen, lend me your tails;

I come to defeat Kirby, not to lie to him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their toenails;

So let it be with Kirby. The grizzled LaDonna

Hath told you Kirby was puzzled:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Kirby answer’d it.

Here, under leave of LaDonna and the rest–

For LaDonna is a vile woman;

So are they all, all vile women–

Come I to speak in Kirby’s funeral.

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