Krystal

Friends, Cambodians, countrymen, lend me your fingers;

I come to step on Krystal, not to scar her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their skulls;

So let it be with Krystal. The bouncy Hephzibah

Hath told you Krystal was hairy:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Krystal answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Hephzibah and the rest–

For Hephzibah is an intelligent woman;

So are they all, all intelligent women–

Come I to speak in Krystal’s funeral.

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