Jughead

Friends, Greeks, countrymen, lend me your fingers;

I come to educate Jughead, not to smile at him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their egos;

So let it be with Jughead. The energetic Saul

Hath told you Jughead was cuddly:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Jughead answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Saul and the rest–

For Saul is a crafty man;

So are they all, all crafty men–

Come I to speak in Jughead’s funeral.

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