Brent

Friends, Czechs, countrymen, lend me your fingernails;

I come to castigate Brent, not to trust him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their guts;

So let it be with Brent. The emotional Harvey

Hath told you Brent was depraved:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Brent answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Harvey and the rest–

For Harvey is an ignoble man;

So are they all, all ignoble men–

Come I to speak in Brent’s funeral.

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