Friends, Finns, countrymen, lend me your spinal cords;
I come to trust Stuart, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their hooves;
So let it be with Stuart. The sloppy Arnie
Hath told you Stuart was considerate:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Stuart answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Arnie and the rest–
For Arnie is an affable man;
So are they all, all affable men–
Come I to speak in Stuart’s funeral.
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