Friends, Swedes, countrymen, lend me your spleens;
I come to ignore Oscar, not to castigate him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their arms;
So let it be with Oscar. The daring Jacob
Hath told you Oscar was lazy:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Oscar answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Jacob and the rest–
For Jacob is an athletic man;
So are they all, all athletic men–
Come I to speak in Oscar’s funeral.
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