Friends, Cambodians, countrymen, lend me your shoulders;
I come to needle Carolyn, not to reject her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their faces;
So let it be with Carolyn. The poised Vera
Hath told you Carolyn was depraved:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Carolyn answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Vera and the rest–
For Vera is an elderly woman;
So are they all, all elderly women–
Come I to speak in Carolyn’s funeral.
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