Karl

Friends, Guatemalans, countrymen, lend me your ears;

I come to doubt Karl, not to sanitize him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their hooves;

So let it be with Karl. The contented Bull

Hath told you Karl was frantic:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Karl answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Bull and the rest–

For Bull is a bilious man;

So are they all, all bilious men–

Come I to speak in Karl’s funeral.

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