Friends, Mongolians, countrymen, lend me your necks;
I come to joke with Franklin, not to needle him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their ears;
So let it be with Franklin. The timid Savannah
Hath told you Franklin was cowardly:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Franklin answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Savannah and the rest–
For Savannah is an emotional woman;
So are they all, all emotional women–
Come I to speak in Franklin’s funeral.
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