Friends, Botswanans, countrymen, lend me your hair;
I come to disinfect Cheng, not to suspect him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their pancreases;
So let it be with Cheng. The jolly Billy Bob
Hath told you Cheng was repulsive:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Cheng answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Billy Bob and the rest–
For Billy Bob is a powerful man;
So are they all, all powerful men–
Come I to speak in Cheng’s funeral.
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