Carolyn

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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