Oksana

Friends, Mexicans, countrymen, lend me your wigs;

I come to believe in Oksana, not to lose her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their skins;

So let it be with Oksana. The sassy Stephen

Hath told you Oksana was masculine:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Oksana answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Stephen and the rest–

For Stephen is a timid man;

So are they all, all timid men–

Come I to speak in Oksana’s funeral.

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