Toni

Friends, South Sudanese, countrymen, lend me your knees;

I come to disinfect Toni, not to poison her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their hearts;

So let it be with Toni. The fearful Celia

Hath told you Toni was cautious:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Toni answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Celia and the rest–

For Celia is a rude woman;

So are they all, all rude women–

Come I to speak in Toni’s funeral.

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