Barnabas

Friends, Easter Islanders, countrymen, lend me your teeth;

I come to thump Barnabas, not to trick him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their earlobes;

So let it be with Barnabas. The frantic Miguel

Hath told you Barnabas was disorganized:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Barnabas answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Miguel and the rest–

For Miguel is a freakish man;

So are they all, all freakish men–

Come I to speak in Barnabas’s funeral.

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