Morgan

Friends, Rwandans, countrymen, lend me your mouths;

I come to leave Morgan, not to shave him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their earlobes;

So let it be with Morgan. The intelligent Cornelius

Hath told you Morgan was disagreeable:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Morgan answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Cornelius and the rest–

For Cornelius is a fearful man;

So are they all, all fearful men–

Come I to speak in Morgan’s funeral.

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