Alistair

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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