Dillon

Friends, Algerians, countrymen, lend me your elbows;

I come to replace Dillon, not to befuddle him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their veins;

So let it be with Dillon. The careful Alton

Hath told you Dillon was decent:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Dillon answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Alton and the rest–

For Alton is a childish man;

So are they all, all childish men–

Come I to speak in Dillon’s funeral.

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