Dick

Friends, Danes, countrymen, lend me your dignity;

I come to punch Dick, not to scream at him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their palms;

So let it be with Dick. The articulate Royce

Hath told you Dick was frumpy:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Dick answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Royce and the rest–

For Royce is a fearless man;

So are they all, all fearless men–

Come I to speak in Dick’s funeral.

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