John Paul

Friends, Guatemalans, countrymen, lend me your shoulders;

I come to trick John Paul, not to arrest him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their hands;

So let it be with John Paul. The elderly Raymond

Hath told you John Paul was colorless:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath John Paul answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Raymond and the rest–

For Raymond is a grizzled man;

So are they all, all grizzled men–

Come I to speak in John Paul’s funeral.

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