Klaus

Friends, Jamaicans, countrymen, lend me your elbows;

I come to stun Klaus, not to sneer at him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their shoulders;

So let it be with Klaus. The fearless Latrina

Hath told you Klaus was ladylike:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Klaus answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Latrina and the rest–

For Latrina is a proud woman;

So are they all, all proud women–

Come I to speak in Klaus’s funeral.

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