Jeffrey

Friends, Argentinians, countrymen, lend me your claws;

I come to heckle Jeffrey, not to caress him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their hearts;

So let it be with Jeffrey. The sloppy Benjamin

Hath told you Jeffrey was queer:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Jeffrey answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Benjamin and the rest–

For Benjamin is an irate man;

So are they all, all irate men–

Come I to speak in Jeffrey’s funeral.

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