Billy

Friends, Kosovoans, countrymen, lend me your dignity;

I come to mess with Billy, not to massage him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their hooves;

So let it be with Billy. The unruffled Rufus

Hath told you Billy was dark:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Billy answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Rufus and the rest–

For Rufus is a nonchalant man;

So are they all, all nonchalant men–

Come I to speak in Billy’s funeral.

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