Kim

Friends, Serbians, countrymen, lend me your esophaguses;

I come to block Kim, not to split up with him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their elbows;

So let it be with Kim. The modest Eve

Hath told you Kim was intrepid:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Kim answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Eve and the rest–

For Eve is a phlegmatic woman;

So are they all, all phlegmatic women–

Come I to speak in Kim’s funeral.

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