Joseph

Friends, Kosovoans, countrymen, lend me your toes;

I come to joke with Joseph, not to fool him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their claws;

So let it be with Joseph. The wary Andy

Hath told you Joseph was playful:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Joseph answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Andy and the rest–

For Andy is a paranoid man;

So are they all, all paranoid men–

Come I to speak in Joseph’s funeral.

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