Cheng

Friends, Botswanans, countrymen, lend me your hair;

I come to disinfect Cheng, not to suspect him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their pancreases;

So let it be with Cheng. The jolly Billy Bob

Hath told you Cheng was repulsive:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Cheng answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Billy Bob and the rest–

For Billy Bob is a powerful man;

So are they all, all powerful men–

Come I to speak in Cheng’s funeral.

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