Peter

Friends, Kenyans, countrymen, lend me your eyelids;

I come to dump Peter, not to kick him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their fingernails;

So let it be with Peter. The fearless Abe

Hath told you Peter was selfish:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Peter answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Abe and the rest–

For Abe is a choleric man;

So are they all, all choleric men–

Come I to speak in Peter’s funeral.

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