Friends, Mexicans, countrymen, lend me your stomachs;
I come to please Alistair, not to thump him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their knuckles;
So let it be with Alistair. The daring Jeri
Hath told you Alistair was ignoble:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Alistair answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Jeri and the rest–
For Jeri is an intelligent woman;
So are they all, all intelligent women–
Come I to speak in Alistair’s funeral.
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