Paul

Friends, Japanese, countrymen, lend me your belly buttons;

I come to kick Paul, not to call him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their backs;

So let it be with Paul. The homely Nettie

Hath told you Paul was stubby:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Paul answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Nettie and the rest–

For Nettie is a corpulent woman;

So are they all, all corpulent women–

Come I to speak in Paul’s funeral.

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