Fido

Friends, Chinese, countrymen, lend me your little toes;

I come to call the cops on Fido, not to touch him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their hearts;

So let it be with Fido. The spindly Garth

Hath told you Fido was self-confident:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Fido answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Garth and the rest–

For Garth is a choleric man;

So are they all, all choleric men–

Come I to speak in Fido’s funeral.

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