Shamus

Friends, Senegalese, countrymen, lend me your arteries;

I come to baffle Shamus, not to scar him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their adrenal glands;

So let it be with Shamus. The intense Olive

Hath told you Shamus was conscientious:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Shamus answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Olive and the rest–

For Olive is a maniacal woman;

So are they all, all maniacal women–

Come I to speak in Shamus’s funeral.

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