Lorenzo

Friends, Mexicans, countrymen, lend me your kidneys;

I come to overlook Lorenzo, not to arrest him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their hearts;

So let it be with Lorenzo. The muddled Allan

Hath told you Lorenzo was bellicose:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Lorenzo answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Allan and the rest–

For Allan is a lanky man;

So are they all, all lanky men–

Come I to speak in Lorenzo’s funeral.

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