Bailey

Friends, Panamanians, countrymen, lend me your eyelids;

I come to trust Bailey, not to stun her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their little fingers;

So let it be with Bailey. The fearful Scotty

Hath told you Bailey was intrepid:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Bailey answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Scotty and the rest–

For Scotty is a dapper man;

So are they all, all dapper men–

Come I to speak in Bailey’s funeral.

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