Friends, Whodats, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury the Saints, not to praise them.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with the Saints. The noble Halo
Hath told you the Saints were ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath the Saints answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Danno and the rest–
For Danno is an honourable man;
So are they all, all...