José

Friends, Cameroonians, countrymen, lend me your cheeks;

I come to deceive José, not to annoy him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their eyebrows;

So let it be with José. The precocious Jughead

Hath told you José was repulsive:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath José answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Jughead and the rest–

For Jughead is a petulant man;

So are they all, all petulant men–

Come I to speak in José’s funeral.

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