Friends, Panamanians, countrymen, lend me your pieholes;
I come to imitate Lucia, not to ignore her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their toupees;
So let it be with Lucia. The deadly Darlene
Hath told you Lucia was hysterical:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Lucia answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Darlene and the rest–
For Darlene is a fearless woman;
So are they all, all fearless women–
Come I to speak in Lucia’s funeral.
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