Friends, Australians, countrymen, lend me your eyeballs;
I come to confront Robin, not to castigate him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their horns;
So let it be with Robin. The rude Eddie
Hath told you Robin was muddled:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Robin answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Eddie and the rest–
For Eddie is a haughty man;
So are they all, all haughty men–
Come I to speak in Robin’s funeral.
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