Friends, Radix followers, countrymen, lend me your ears

I come to bury May not to praise her

The evil that men or women do lives after them

The good is oft interred with their bones

So let it be with May. The noble Johnson

Hath told you that May was incompetent

If it were so, it was a grevious fault,

And greviously hath May answer’d it

With no leave from Johnson and the rest –

For Johnson is an honourable man

So are they all honourable men

Many will speak at May’s funeral…

…O judgement, thou art fled to brutish beasts

(with apologies to the bard)