Friends, Aggies, midfielders, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Bradley, 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 Bradley. The noble Jurgen
Hath told you Bradley was disastrous:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault;
And grievously hath Bradley answer'd it.
Here, under leave of Jurgen and the rest,
For Jurgen is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honorable men,
Come I to speak in Bradley's benching.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Jurgen says he was disastrous;
And Jurgen is an honourable man.
He hath brought many victories home to America,
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Bradley seem disastrous?
When that the poor have cried, Bradley hath passed:
Disaster should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Jurgen says he was disastrous;
And Jurgen is an honourable man.
You all did see that on the Mexican pitch four times presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did four times place in the net: was this disaster?
Yet Jurgen says he was disastrous;
And, sure, he is an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove what Jurgen 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 corner there with Bradley,
And I must pause till it is played back to me.
