Pippa

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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