Friends, Dutch, countrymen, lend me your beards;
I come to appease Justin, not to go out with him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bellies;
So let it be with Justin. The hungry Bailey
Hath told you Justin was absent-minded:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Justin answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Bailey and the rest–
For Bailey is a brave woman;
So are they all, all brave women–
Come I to speak in Justin’s funeral.
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