Justin

Friends, Dutch, countrymen, lend me your beards;

I come to appease Justin, not to go out with him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their bellies;

So let it be with Justin. The hungry Bailey

Hath told you Justin was absent-minded:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Justin answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Bailey and the rest–

For Bailey is a brave woman;

So are they all, all brave women–

Come I to speak in Justin’s funeral.

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