Peter

Friends, Sandwich Islanders, countrymen, lend me your chests;

I come to hide from Peter, not to draw strength from him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their eyelids;

So let it be with Peter. The fierce Edie

Hath told you Peter was taciturn:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Peter answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Edie and the rest–

For Edie is a cautious woman;

So are they all, all cautious women–

Come I to speak in Peter’s funeral.

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