Adrian

Friends, Belizians, countrymen, lend me your livers;

I come to consider Adrian, not to rebuff him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their earlobes;

So let it be with Adrian. The zany Tim

Hath told you Adrian was loving:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Adrian answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Tim and the rest–

For Tim is a gallant man;

So are they all, all gallant men–

Come I to speak in Adrian’s funeral.

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