Beverly

Friends, Argentinians, countrymen, lend me your cheeks;

I come to delight Beverly, not to lick her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their waists;

So let it be with Beverly. The wizened Lakshmi

Hath told you Beverly was thoughtful:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Beverly answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Lakshmi and the rest–

For Lakshmi is a fuzzy woman;

So are they all, all fuzzy women–

Come I to speak in Beverly’s funeral.

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