Seth

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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