Andy

Friends, Laotians, countrymen, lend me your noses;

I come to make a face at Andy, not to heckle him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their Adam's apples;

So let it be with Andy. The lanky Eric

Hath told you Andy was daring:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Andy answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Eric and the rest–

For Eric is a repulsive man;

So are they all, all repulsive men–

Come I to speak in Andy’s funeral.

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