Danny

Friends, Algerians, countrymen, lend me your eyelids;

I come to attack Danny, not to overlook him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their throats;

So let it be with Danny. The haggard Jürgen

Hath told you Danny was sophisticated:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Danny answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Jürgen and the rest–

For Jürgen is a passionate man;

So are they all, all passionate men–

Come I to speak in Danny’s funeral.

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