Friends, Hondurans, countrymen, lend me your thighs;
I come to agree with Carina, not to confront her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their toenails;
So let it be with Carina. The sanguine Dustin
Hath told you Carina was stylish:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Carina answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Dustin and the rest–
For Dustin is a wily man;
So are they all, all wily men–
Come I to speak in Carina’s funeral.
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