Miguel

Friends, Cambodians, countrymen, lend me your tails;

I come to pat Miguel, not to indoctrinate him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their livers;

So let it be with Miguel. The urbane Darin

Hath told you Miguel was fearless:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Miguel answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Darin and the rest–

For Darin is a statuesque man;

So are they all, all statuesque men–

Come I to speak in Miguel’s funeral.

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