Friends, Romans, Tammy, lend me your ears;
The volume inside this bus is astronomical
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with my 6th grade class. The noble Mrs Bennet
Hath told you my 6th grade class was defeaning:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath my 6th grade class answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Mrs. Bennet and the rest–
For Mrs. Bennet is an honourable woman;
So are you all, all honourable men–
Come I to speak with Mrs. Bennet.
She was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But my 6th grade class is despicable;
And Mrs. Bennet is an honourable woman.
She hath brought many conversations
Whose tidings did the hours fill:
Right, Mrs. Bennet?
When talking was not permitted, my 6th grade class hath wept:
Good behaviour should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Mrs. Bennet says my 6th grade class was defeaning
And Mrs. Bennet is an honourable woman.
You all did see that previously on the trip
I thrice presented my 6th grade class a chance to quieten,
Which they did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
Yet Mrs. Bennet says you are despicable
And, sure, she is an honourable woman.
I speak not to disprove what Mrs. Bennet spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did behave once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then, to behave now?
O silence! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
My heart is in the driving seat there with Tammy,
And I must pause till you all formally apologise.