An Old Roman's Address

[XOT HERETOFORE REPOIÏTED. ] Mar cus Antonius Thurman - Friends, Rtitn'uns and countrymen, lend rae your votes! I come to bury Labor, not to praise hira. The evil t'nat men do lives after tbem ; the good is of t interred w i t h theirbones. So let it be wit h Labor. The noble Cleveland hath told you Labor was ambitious. If it were so it was a grievous fault, and grievously hath Labor answered it. . . . Citizen- Mark'd ye his words! He would ïottake the crown; therefore, 'tis certain, ie was not ambitious. Marcus Antonius Thurman - But yesterday the word of Labor might have stood against the world. Now lies he there, and noue so poor to do him reverence. Citizens-Oh royal Labor! Marcus Antonius Thurman- Moreoveï, he lath left you all his walks, his private arxrs, and new-planted orchards, on this side Tiber: he hath left them you, and to your heirs forever. Democratie Citzens- Loot,