Susan

Friends, Kenyans, countrymen, lend me your waists;

I come to appease Susan, not to subdue her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their esophaguses;

So let it be with Susan. The cunning Vicki

Hath told you Susan was silly:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Susan answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Vicki and the rest–

For Vicki is a mindless woman;

So are they all, all mindless women–

Come I to speak in Susan’s funeral.

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