Running Bear

Friends, Albanians, countrymen, lend me your femurs;

I come to operate on Running Bear, not to spit at him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their hairdos;

So let it be with Running Bear. The frightened Jughead

Hath told you Running Bear was hairy:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Running Bear answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Jughead and the rest–

For Jughead is a bilious man;

So are they all, all bilious men–

Come I to speak in Running Bear’s funeral.

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