Friends, Vietnamese, countrymen, lend me your paws;
I come to pray for Tori, not to shun her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their eyes;
So let it be with Tori. The distressed Anna
Hath told you Tori was desperate:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Tori answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Anna and the rest–
For Anna is a passionate woman;
So are they all, all passionate women–
Come I to speak in Tori’s funeral.
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