Miguel

Friends, Ethopians, countrymen, lend me your jaws;

I come to banish Miguel, not to damage him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their ankles;

So let it be with Miguel. The wily Jesse

Hath told you Miguel was unruffled:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Miguel answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Jesse and the rest–

For Jesse is a bouncy man;

So are they all, all bouncy men–

Come I to speak in Miguel’s funeral.

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