Buddy

Friends, Filipinos, countrymen, lend me your hair;

I come to castigate Buddy, not to trip him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their heels;

So let it be with Buddy. The haughty Azalea

Hath told you Buddy was wicked:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Buddy answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Azalea and the rest–

For Azalea is a refined woman;

So are they all, all refined women–

Come I to speak in Buddy’s funeral.

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