Friends, Guatemalans, countrymen, lend me your eyes;
I come to look at Danny, not to scratch him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their wigs;
So let it be with Danny. The attractive Nestor
Hath told you Danny was absent-minded:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Danny answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Nestor and the rest–
For Nestor is a jaunty man;
So are they all, all jaunty men–
Come I to speak in Danny’s funeral.
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