Eduardo

Friends, Egyptians, countrymen, lend me your wigs;

I come to spit at Eduardo, not to examine him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their pride;

So let it be with Eduardo. The homely Casey

Hath told you Eduardo was distressed:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Eduardo answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Casey and the rest–

For Casey is a wizened man;

So are they all, all wizened men–

Come I to speak in Eduardo’s funeral.

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