Jesse

Friends, Canadians, countrymen, lend me your claws;

I come to attack Jesse, not to have a talk with him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their kidneys;

So let it be with Jesse. The sober Bruce

Hath told you Jesse was enthusiastic:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Jesse answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Bruce and the rest–

For Bruce is a radiant man;

So are they all, all radiant men–

Come I to speak in Jesse’s funeral.

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