Sven

Friends, Kuwaitis, countrymen, lend me your hands;

I come to demean Sven, not to shun him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their pride;

So let it be with Sven. The silly Mandy

Hath told you Sven was dumb:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Sven answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Mandy and the rest–

For Mandy is a repulsive woman;

So are they all, all repulsive women–

Come I to speak in Sven’s funeral.

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