Robin

Friends, Australians, countrymen, lend me your eyeballs;

I come to confront Robin, not to castigate him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their horns;

So let it be with Robin. The rude Eddie

Hath told you Robin was muddled:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Robin answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Eddie and the rest–

For Eddie is a haughty man;

So are they all, all haughty men–

Come I to speak in Robin’s funeral.

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