Bev

Friends, Portuguese, countrymen, lend me your feet;

I come to dismay Bev, not to quiet her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their pancreases;

So let it be with Bev. The puzzled Heather

Hath told you Bev was dignified:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Bev answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Heather and the rest–

For Heather is an emotional woman;

So are they all, all emotional women–

Come I to speak in Bev’s funeral.

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