Friends, Australians, countrymen, lend me your larynxes;
I come to isolate Jamie, not to sneer at him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their hands;
So let it be with Jamie. The sincere David
Hath told you Jamie was emotional:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Jamie answer’d it.
Here, under leave of David and the rest–
For David is a decent man;
So are they all, all decent men–
Come I to speak in Jamie’s funeral.
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