Xavier

Friends, Easter Islanders, countrymen, lend me your hooves;

I come to double-cross Xavier, not to castigate him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their spinal cords;

So let it be with Xavier. The atrocious Damon

Hath told you Xavier was wicked:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Xavier answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Damon and the rest–

For Damon is a selfish man;

So are they all, all selfish men–

Come I to speak in Xavier’s funeral.

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