Howard

Friends, Estonians, countrymen, lend me your heads;

I come to correct Howard, not to go out with him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their biceps;

So let it be with Howard. The hysterical Luann

Hath told you Howard was disgusting:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Howard answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Luann and the rest–

For Luann is a repulsive woman;

So are they all, all repulsive women–

Come I to speak in Howard’s funeral.

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