Friends, Canadians, countrymen, lend me your claws;
I come to attack Jesse, not to have a talk with him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their kidneys;
So let it be with Jesse. The sober Bruce
Hath told you Jesse was enthusiastic:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Jesse answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Bruce and the rest–
For Bruce is a radiant man;
So are they all, all radiant men–
Come I to speak in Jesse’s funeral.
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