Kaylee

Friends, Belgians, countrymen, lend me your pride;

I come to fight with Kaylee, not to reassure her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their little toes;

So let it be with Kaylee. The bad Norm

Hath told you Kaylee was gallant:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Kaylee answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Norm and the rest–

For Norm is a stern man;

So are they all, all stern men–

Come I to speak in Kaylee’s funeral.

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