Friends, Ethopians, countrymen, lend me your fingers;
I come to touch Norma, not to argue with her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their stomachs;
So let it be with Norma. The hysterical Kami
Hath told you Norma was corpulent:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Norma answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Kami and the rest–
For Kami is a vivacious woman;
So are they all, all vivacious women–
Come I to speak in Norma’s funeral.
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