Friends, Bostonians, Red Sox fans, lend me your ears;
I come to bench Punto, 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 Punto. The noble Pedroia
Hath told you Punto was not good at baseball:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Punto answer'd it.
Here, under leave of Pedroia and the rest -
For Pedroia is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men -
Come I to speak in Punto's demotion.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Pedroia says he was bad at baseball;
And Pedroia is an All-Star.
Go Sox!