Shannon

Friends, Armenians, countrymen, lend me your kneecaps;

I come to oppose Shannon, not to surprise her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their hands;

So let it be with Shannon. The direct Pete

Hath told you Shannon was thoughtful:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Shannon answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Pete and the rest–

For Pete is a self-confident man;

So are they all, all self-confident men–

Come I to speak in Shannon’s funeral.

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