Fred

Friends, Moroccans, countrymen, lend me your eyelashes;

I come to suspend Fred, not to ignore him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their lips;

So let it be with Fred. The hysterical Audrey

Hath told you Fred was bad:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Fred answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Audrey and the rest–

For Audrey is a cheerful woman;

So are they all, all cheerful women–

Come I to speak in Fred’s funeral.

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