Friends, Guatemalans, countrymen, lend me your big toes;
I come to charm André, not to make a face at him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their claws;
So let it be with André. The dismal Russell
Hath told you André was depraved:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath André answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Russell and the rest–
For Russell is a menacing man;
So are they all, all menacing men–
Come I to speak in André’s funeral.
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