Bradley

Friends, Kosovoans, countrymen, lend me your teeth;

I come to bump Bradley, not to punish him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their kneecaps;

So let it be with Bradley. The suave Natalie

Hath told you Bradley was playful:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Bradley answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Natalie and the rest–

For Natalie is a cantankerous woman;

So are they all, all cantankerous women–

Come I to speak in Bradley’s funeral.

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