Dave

Friends, Filipinos, countrymen, lend me your esophaguses;

I come to correct Dave, not to jab him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their chests;

So let it be with Dave. The dreadful Kris

Hath told you Dave was tired:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Dave answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Kris and the rest–

For Kris is a slimy man;

So are they all, all slimy men–

Come I to speak in Dave’s funeral.

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