Friends, Kazakhstanis, countrymen, lend me your eyeballs;
I come to expose Scarlett, not to pray for her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their faces;
So let it be with Scarlett. The absent-minded Ray
Hath told you Scarlett was cheerful:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Scarlett answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Ray and the rest–
For Ray is a timid man;
So are they all, all timid men–
Come I to speak in Scarlett’s funeral.
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