Friends, Algerians, countrymen, lend me your eyelids;
I come to attack Danny, not to overlook him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their throats;
So let it be with Danny. The haggard Jürgen
Hath told you Danny was sophisticated:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Danny answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Jürgen and the rest–
For Jürgen is a passionate man;
So are they all, all passionate men–
Come I to speak in Danny’s funeral.
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