Scarlett

Friends, Kazakhstanis, countrymen, lend me your eyeballs;

I come to expose Scarlett, not to pray for her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their faces;

So let it be with Scarlett. The absent-minded Ray

Hath told you Scarlett was cheerful:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Scarlett answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Ray and the rest–

For Ray is a timid man;

So are they all, all timid men–

Come I to speak in Scarlett’s funeral.

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