Drew

Friends, Luxembourgans, countrymen, lend me your lungs;

I come to banish Drew, not to stop him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their palms;

So let it be with Drew. The monstrous Elijah

Hath told you Drew was mean:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Drew answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Elijah and the rest–

For Elijah is a young man;

So are they all, all young men–

Come I to speak in Drew’s funeral.

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