Eddie

Friends, Lebanese, countrymen, lend me your little fingers;

I come to go out with Eddie, not to malign him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their egos;

So let it be with Eddie. The passionate LaDue

Hath told you Eddie was crazy:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Eddie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of LaDue and the rest–

For LaDue is a rugged man;

So are they all, all rugged men–

Come I to speak in Eddie’s funeral.

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