Friends, Spaniards, countrymen, lend me your tummies;
I come to punish Harriet, not to pinch her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their nostrils;
So let it be with Harriet. The sophisticated Rex
Hath told you Harriet was generous:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Harriet answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Rex and the rest–
For Rex is a cuddly man;
So are they all, all cuddly men–
Come I to speak in Harriet’s funeral.
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