Friends, Kiwis, countrymen, lend me your abdomens;
I come to push Tori, not to reassure her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their collarbones;
So let it be with Tori. The emotional Kristi
Hath told you Tori was bilious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Tori answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Kristi and the rest–
For Kristi is an intrepid woman;
So are they all, all intrepid women–
Come I to speak in Tori’s funeral.
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