Hendrick

Friends, Vietnamese, countrymen, lend me your livers;

I come to shake Hendrick, not to scare him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their antennae;

So let it be with Hendrick. The corpulent Kim

Hath told you Hendrick was shifty:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Hendrick answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Kim and the rest–

For Kim is a tense man;

So are they all, all tense men–

Come I to speak in Hendrick’s funeral.

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