Daniel

Friends, New Guineans, countrymen, lend me your knees;

I come to reject Daniel, not to surprise him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their wigs;

So let it be with Daniel. The earnest Cindi

Hath told you Daniel was moronic:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Daniel answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Cindi and the rest–

For Cindi is an ambitious woman;

So are they all, all ambitious women–

Come I to speak in Daniel’s funeral.

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