Friends, Germans, countrymen, lend me your thighs;
I come to remember Chuck, not to massage him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their hangnails;
So let it be with Chuck. The excitable James
Hath told you Chuck was menacing:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Chuck answer’d it.
Here, under leave of James and the rest–
For James is a tall man;
So are they all, all tall men–
Come I to speak in Chuck’s funeral.
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