Jamie

Friends, Mozambiquans, countrymen, lend me your legs;

I come to touch Jamie, not to split up with him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their shins;

So let it be with Jamie. The furious Jay

Hath told you Jamie was difficult:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Jamie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Jay and the rest–

For Jay is a beautiful man;

So are they all, all beautiful men–

Come I to speak in Jamie’s funeral.

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