Milo

Friends, Germans, countrymen, lend me your earlobes;

I come to trick Milo, not to trust him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their palms;

So let it be with Milo. The muscular Jay

Hath told you Milo was nonchalant:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Milo answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Jay and the rest–

For Jay is a confident man;

So are they all, all confident men–

Come I to speak in Milo’s funeral.

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