Lee

Friends, Japanese, countrymen, lend me your abdomens;

I come to text Lee, not to greet him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their pinkies;

So let it be with Lee. The prissy Joan

Hath told you Lee was hungry:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Lee answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Joan and the rest–

For Joan is a contented woman;

So are they all, all contented women–

Come I to speak in Lee’s funeral.

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