Clio

Friends, Nigerians, countrymen, lend me your knuckles;

I come to dump Clio, not to break her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their wrists;

So let it be with Clio. The fashionable Krista

Hath told you Clio was earnest:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Clio answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Krista and the rest–

For Krista is a deadly woman;

So are they all, all deadly women–

Come I to speak in Clio’s funeral.

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