Barry

Friends, Somalians, countrymen, lend me your fingers;

I come to have a talk with Barry, not to encourage him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their hearts;

So let it be with Barry. The miniscule Beauford

Hath told you Barry was pesky:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Barry answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Beauford and the rest–

For Beauford is a fearful man;

So are they all, all fearful men–

Come I to speak in Barry’s funeral.

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