Chuck

Friends, Germans, countrymen, lend me your thighs;

I come to remember Chuck, not to massage him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their hangnails;

So let it be with Chuck. The excitable James

Hath told you Chuck was menacing:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Chuck answer’d it.

Here, under leave of James and the rest–

For James is a tall man;

So are they all, all tall men–

Come I to speak in Chuck’s funeral.

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