Hoss

Friends, Australians, countrymen, lend me your hearts;

I come to avoid Hoss, not to shun him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their pinkies;

So let it be with Hoss. The sinister White Cloud

Hath told you Hoss was crafty:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Hoss answer’d it.

Here, under leave of White Cloud and the rest–

For White Cloud is a nonchalant man;

So are they all, all nonchalant men–

Come I to speak in Hoss’s funeral.

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