Ryan

Friends, Sandwich Islanders, countrymen, lend me your feet;

I come to subdue Ryan, not to delight him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their spleens;

So let it be with Ryan. The affable Jerry

Hath told you Ryan was gargantuan:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Ryan answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Jerry and the rest–

For Jerry is a cowardly man;

So are they all, all cowardly men–

Come I to speak in Ryan’s funeral.

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