Vance

Friends, Norwegians, countrymen, lend me your ears;

I come to needle Vance, not to lose him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their spinal cords;

So let it be with Vance. The artistic Mark

Hath told you Vance was loving:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Vance answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Mark and the rest–

For Mark is a pert man;

So are they all, all pert men–

Come I to speak in Vance’s funeral.

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