Klaus

Friends, Easter Islanders, countrymen, lend me your midriffs;

I come to forget Klaus, not to stare at him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their tails;

So let it be with Klaus. The fearful Kaitlyn

Hath told you Klaus was self-confident:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Klaus answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Kaitlyn and the rest–

For Kaitlyn is a tense woman;

So are they all, all tense women–

Come I to speak in Klaus’s funeral.

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