Shepard

Friends, Lithuanians, countrymen, lend me your toes;

I come to apologize to Shepard, not to tease him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their stomachs;

So let it be with Shepard. The insane Luke

Hath told you Shepard was conceited:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Shepard answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Luke and the rest–

For Luke is a fiendish man;

So are they all, all fiendish men–

Come I to speak in Shepard’s funeral.

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