Freddie

Friends, Kuwaitis, countrymen, lend me your earlobes;

I come to appease Freddie, not to fight with him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their backs;

So let it be with Freddie. The eccentric Renee

Hath told you Freddie was resolute:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Freddie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Renee and the rest–

For Renee is a weary woman;

So are they all, all weary women–

Come I to speak in Freddie’s funeral.

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