Gino

Friends, Kenyans, countrymen, lend me your pinkies;

I come to smack Gino, not to double-cross him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their toupees;

So let it be with Gino. The sleek Simeon

Hath told you Gino was maniacal:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Gino answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Simeon and the rest–

For Simeon is a noxious man;

So are they all, all noxious men–

Come I to speak in Gino’s funeral.

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