Salvatore

Friends, Laotians, countrymen, lend me your front teeth;

I come to charm Salvatore, not to imitate him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their pituitary glands;

So let it be with Salvatore. The brave Wendy

Hath told you Salvatore was bizarre:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Salvatore answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Wendy and the rest–

For Wendy is an ambitious woman;

So are they all, all ambitious women–

Come I to speak in Salvatore’s funeral.

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