Devon

Friends, Nepalese, countrymen, lend me your biceps;

I come to trust Devon, not to amuse him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their hooves;

So let it be with Devon. The noble Zeke

Hath told you Devon was sinister:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Devon answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Zeke and the rest–

For Zeke is a disgusting man;

So are they all, all disgusting men–

Come I to speak in Devon’s funeral.

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