Brent

Friends, Greeks, countrymen, lend me your thoraxes;

I come to date Brent, not to remember him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their jaws;

So let it be with Brent. The sinister Thaddeus

Hath told you Brent was demented:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Brent answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Thaddeus and the rest–

For Thaddeus is an energetic man;

So are they all, all energetic men–

Come I to speak in Brent’s funeral.

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