Dirk

Friends, Kosovoans, countrymen, lend me your ankles;

I come to outwit Dirk, not to remember him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their esophaguses;

So let it be with Dirk. The hairy Shandra

Hath told you Dirk was absent-minded:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Dirk answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Shandra and the rest–

For Shandra is a fierce woman;

So are they all, all fierce women–

Come I to speak in Dirk’s funeral.

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