Darcy

Friends, New Guineans, countrymen, lend me your stomachs;

I come to irritate Darcy, not to banish her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their abdomens;

So let it be with Darcy. The modest Eduardo

Hath told you Darcy was noble:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Darcy answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Eduardo and the rest–

For Eduardo is a brash man;

So are they all, all brash men–

Come I to speak in Darcy’s funeral.

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