Delores

Friends, Rwandans, countrymen, lend me your backs;

I come to shun Delores, not to break her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their abdomens;

So let it be with Delores. The merry Lynette

Hath told you Delores was sleepy:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Delores answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Lynette and the rest–

For Lynette is a ladylike woman;

So are they all, all ladylike women–

Come I to speak in Delores’s funeral.

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