Larry

Friends, Moroccans, countrymen, lend me your toupees;

I come to mesmerize Larry, not to sanitize him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their hair;

So let it be with Larry. The earnest Giovanni

Hath told you Larry was crafty:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Larry answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Giovanni and the rest–

For Giovanni is a melancholic man;

So are they all, all melancholic men–

Come I to speak in Larry’s funeral.

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