Friends, Bermudans, countrymen, lend me your beards;
I come to suspect Seth, not to step on him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their big toes;
So let it be with Seth. The queer Robert
Hath told you Seth was dumb:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Seth answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Robert and the rest–
For Robert is a furious man;
So are they all, all furious men–
Come I to speak in Seth’s funeral.
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