Friends, Turks, countrymen, lend me your mouths;
I come to irritate Faye, not to joke with her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their calves;
So let it be with Faye. The daring Jimmy
Hath told you Faye was timid:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Faye answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Jimmy and the rest–
For Jimmy is a bad man;
So are they all, all bad men–
Come I to speak in Faye’s funeral.
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