Mookie

Friends, Peruvians, countrymen, lend me your tails;

I come to tantalize Mookie, not to smack him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their calves;

So let it be with Mookie. The annoying Scotty

Hath told you Mookie was self-assured:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Mookie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Scotty and the rest–

For Scotty is a bald man;

So are they all, all bald men–

Come I to speak in Mookie’s funeral.

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