Friends, South Sudanese, countrymen, lend me your hands;
I come to amuse Lee, not to draw strength from him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their aortas;
So let it be with Lee. The bellicose Nicole
Hath told you Lee was self-assured:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Lee answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Nicole and the rest–
For Nicole is a resolute woman;
So are they all, all resolute women–
Come I to speak in Lee’s funeral.
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