Jesus

Friends, Ethopians, countrymen, lend me your jaws;

I come to touch Jesus, not to damage him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their legs;

So let it be with Jesus. The fearful Vince

Hath told you Jesus was enraged:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Jesus answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Vince and the rest–

For Vince is a haggard man;

So are they all, all haggard men–

Come I to speak in Jesus’s funeral.

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