Mackenzie

Friends, Nepalese, countrymen, lend me your lungs;

I come to question Mackenzie, not to bond with her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their larynxes;

So let it be with Mackenzie. The cocky Bruce

Hath told you Mackenzie was undignified:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Mackenzie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Bruce and the rest–

For Bruce is a sassy man;

So are they all, all sassy men–

Come I to speak in Mackenzie’s funeral.

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