Zachary

Friends, Angolans, countrymen, lend me your horns;

I come to charm Zachary, not to hide from him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their carotid arteries;

So let it be with Zachary. The direct Kurt

Hath told you Zachary was clever:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Zachary answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Kurt and the rest–

For Kurt is a fierce man;

So are they all, all fierce men–

Come I to speak in Zachary’s funeral.

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