Danny

Friends, Guatemalans, countrymen, lend me your eyes;

I come to look at Danny, not to scratch him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their wigs;

So let it be with Danny. The attractive Nestor

Hath told you Danny was absent-minded:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Danny answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Nestor and the rest–

For Nestor is a jaunty man;

So are they all, all jaunty men–

Come I to speak in Danny’s funeral.

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