Quentin

Friends, Easter Islanders, countrymen, lend me your little toes;

I come to suspect Quentin, not to peek at him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their noses;

So let it be with Quentin. The sassy Keiko

Hath told you Quentin was adorable:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Quentin answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Keiko and the rest–

For Keiko is a dependable woman;

So are they all, all dependable women–

Come I to speak in Quentin’s funeral.

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