Joanie

Friends, Sandwich Islanders, countrymen, lend me your livers;

I come to aggravate Joanie, not to kill her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their little fingers;

So let it be with Joanie. The creepy Bruce

Hath told you Joanie was diabolical:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Joanie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Bruce and the rest–

For Bruce is a selfish man;

So are they all, all selfish men–

Come I to speak in Joanie’s funeral.

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