Friends, South Sudanese, countrymen, lend me your noses;
I come to disparage Pippa, not to hide from her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their teeth;
So let it be with Pippa. The fiendish John Paul
Hath told you Pippa was coy:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Pippa answer’d it.
Here, under leave of John Paul and the rest–
For John Paul is a frightened man;
So are they all, all frightened men–
Come I to speak in Pippa’s funeral.
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