Friends, Angolans, countrymen, lend me your intestines;
I come to exclude Buddy, not to dismay him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their guts;
So let it be with Buddy. The disagreeable Bruce
Hath told you Buddy was ungainly:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Buddy answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Bruce and the rest–
For Bruce is a disagreeable man;
So are they all, all disagreeable men–
Come I to speak in Buddy’s funeral.
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