Friends, anarchists, cypherpunks, lend me your ears; I come to bury Mongo, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Mong. The noble Jamesd Hath told you Mongo was ambitious: If it were so, it was a greasy fault, And greasily hath Mongo answer’d it. Here, under leave of jamesd and the rest– For jamesd is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men– Come I to speak in Mongo’s funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Jimmy D says he was ambitious; And D is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Wome Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: Did this in Mongo seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Mong hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet DeeDee says he was ambitious; And Dildo is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Dogshit says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what jamesD spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him? O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their REASON. Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Mong, And I must pause till it come back to me.