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But yesterday the word of McCain might
Have stood against the world; now stands he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence.
0 masters, if I were disposed to stir
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
I should do Obama wrong, and Clinton wrong,
Who, you all know, are honourable men :
I will not do them wrong; I rather choose
To wrong McCain, to wrong myself and you,
Than I will wrong such honourable men.
But here ‘s a parchment with the seal of McCain ;
I found it in his closet, ‘tis his Platform:
Let but the commons hear this testament
Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read
And they would go and kiss McCains wounds
And dip their napkins in his sacred blood,
Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
And, dying, mention it within their wills,
Bequeathing it as a rich legacy
Unto their issue.

Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it;
It is not meet you know how McCAin loves you.
You are not wood, you are not stones, but men;
And, being men, hearing the platform of McCAin,
It will inflame you, it will make you mad : ‘
Tis good you know not that you are his heirs;
For, if you should, O, what would come of it !