Friends, Rwandans, countrymen, lend me your backs;
I come to shun Delores, not to break her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their abdomens;
So let it be with Delores. The merry Lynette
Hath told you Delores was sleepy:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Delores answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Lynette and the rest–
For Lynette is a ladylike woman;
So are they all, all ladylike women–
Come I to speak in Delores’s funeral.
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