Andrew

Friends, Uruguayans, countrymen, lend me your eyes;

I come to aggravate Andrew, not to peek at him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their fingers;

So let it be with Andrew. The fearless Henry

Hath told you Andrew was nervous:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Andrew answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Henry and the rest–

For Henry is a hungry man;

So are they all, all hungry men–

Come I to speak in Andrew’s funeral.

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