Herbert

Friends, Americans, countrymen, lend me your thoraxes;

I come to kill Herbert, not to fool him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their mouths;

So let it be with Herbert. The clever Jay

Hath told you Herbert was sociable:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Herbert answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Jay and the rest–

For Jay is a gallant man;

So are they all, all gallant men–

Come I to speak in Herbert’s funeral.

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