André

Friends, Koreans, countrymen, lend me your jaws;

I come to grill André, not to leave him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their calves;

So let it be with André. The distressed Montague

Hath told you André was wary:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath André answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Montague and the rest–

For Montague is a generous man;

So are they all, all generous men–

Come I to speak in André’s funeral.

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