Charles

Friends, Easter Islanders, countrymen, lend me your wigs;

I come to satisfy Charles, not to hide from him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their kidneys;

So let it be with Charles. The merry Milton

Hath told you Charles was brave:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Charles answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Milton and the rest–

For Milton is a considerate man;

So are they all, all considerate men–

Come I to speak in Charles’s funeral.

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