Adam

Friends, New Guineans, countrymen, lend me your elbows;

I come to manipulate Adam, not to joke with him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their Adam's apples;

So let it be with Adam. The menacing Guy

Hath told you Adam was sophisticated:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Adam answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Guy and the rest–

For Guy is a sassy man;

So are they all, all sassy men–

Come I to speak in Adam’s funeral.

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