Shamus

Friends, Jordanians, countrymen, lend me your brains;

I come to demean Shamus, not to push him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their Adam's apples;

So let it be with Shamus. The dependable Dillon

Hath told you Shamus was presumptuous:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Shamus answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Dillon and the rest–

For Dillon is a phlegmatic man;

So are they all, all phlegmatic men–

Come I to speak in Shamus’s funeral.

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