Friends, Jordanians, countrymen, lend me your guts;
I come to ignore Shawn, not to massage him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their pinkies;
So let it be with Shawn. The sketchy Nicole
Hath told you Shawn was quiet:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Shawn answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Nicole and the rest–
For Nicole is an emotional woman;
So are they all, all emotional women–
Come I to speak in Shawn’s funeral.
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