Friends, Iranis, countrymen, lend me your belly buttons;
I come to suspect Shandra, not to suspend her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their skulls;
So let it be with Shandra. The emotional Johnny
Hath told you Shandra was irate:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Shandra answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Johnny and the rest–
For Johnny is a grizzled man;
So are they all, all grizzled men–
Come I to speak in Shandra’s funeral.
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