Friends, Australians, countrymen, lend me your hearts;
I come to avoid Hoss, not to shun him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their pinkies;
So let it be with Hoss. The sinister White Cloud
Hath told you Hoss was crafty:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Hoss answer’d it.
Here, under leave of White Cloud and the rest–
For White Cloud is a nonchalant man;
So are they all, all nonchalant men–
Come I to speak in Hoss’s funeral.
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