Mackenzie

Friends, Namibians, countrymen, lend me your dignity;

I come to needle Mackenzie, not to lick her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their toes;

So let it be with Mackenzie. The furious Ollie

Hath told you Mackenzie was zany:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Mackenzie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Ollie and the rest–

For Ollie is a wicked man;

So are they all, all wicked men–

Come I to speak in Mackenzie’s funeral.

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