Friends, New Guineans, countrymen, lend me your elbows;
I come to manipulate Adam, not to joke with him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their Adam's apples;
So let it be with Adam. The menacing Guy
Hath told you Adam was sophisticated:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Adam answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Guy and the rest–
For Guy is a sassy man;
So are they all, all sassy men–
Come I to speak in Adam’s funeral.
Next Chapter