Friends, Mozambiquans, countrymen, lend me your esophaguses;
I come to leave Hendrick, not to reeducate him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their nostrils;
So let it be with Hendrick. The athletic Arnie
Hath told you Hendrick was bilious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Hendrick answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Arnie and the rest–
For Arnie is a melancholic man;
So are they all, all melancholic men–
Come I to speak in Hendrick’s funeral.
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