Roger

Friends, Nepalese, countrymen, lend me your skins;

I come to investigate Roger, not to sneer at him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their lips;

So let it be with Roger. The energetic Flash

Hath told you Roger was confident:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Roger answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Flash and the rest–

For Flash is a witty man;

So are they all, all witty men–

Come I to speak in Roger’s funeral.

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