Upton

Friends, Portuguese, countrymen, lend me your palms;

I come to damage Upton, not to greet him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their lips;

So let it be with Upton. The sleek Rosie

Hath told you Upton was impish:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Upton answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Rosie and the rest–

For Rosie is a passionate woman;

So are they all, all passionate women–

Come I to speak in Upton’s funeral.

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