Friends, Mac Admins, countrymen, lend me your ears.
I come to bury Server, not to praise him.
The evil that people do lives after them;
The good is oft interrèd with their bones.
So let it be with Server. The noble Mac Admin
Hath told you Server was ambitious.
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Server answered it.
Here, under leave of Server and the rest—
For the Mac Admin is an honorable person;
So are they all, all honorable people—
Come I to speak in Server’s funeral.
Server was my friend, faithful and just to me.
I speak not to disprove what some Mac Admin spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love them once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then, to mourn for them?