Seema

Friends, Kenyans, countrymen, lend me your hair;

I come to ridicule Seema, not to speak to her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their toes;

So let it be with Seema. The powerful Archie

Hath told you Seema was annoying:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Seema answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Archie and the rest–

For Archie is a radiant man;

So are they all, all radiant men–

Come I to speak in Seema’s funeral.

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