Friends, Easter Islanders, countrymen, lend me your wigs;
I come to satisfy Charles, not to hide from him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their kidneys;
So let it be with Charles. The merry Milton
Hath told you Charles was brave:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Charles answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Milton and the rest–
For Milton is a considerate man;
So are they all, all considerate men–
Come I to speak in Charles’s funeral.
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