Friends, Czechs, countrymen, lend me your spinal cords;
I come to double-cross Blanca, not to double-cross her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their carotid arteries;
So let it be with Blanca. The arrogant Kendra
Hath told you Blanca was shy:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Blanca answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Kendra and the rest–
For Kendra is a cocky woman;
So are they all, all cocky women–
Come I to speak in Blanca’s funeral.
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