Friends, South Sudanese, countrymen, lend me your knees;
I come to disinfect Toni, not to poison her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their hearts;
So let it be with Toni. The fearful Celia
Hath told you Toni was cautious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Toni answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Celia and the rest–
For Celia is a rude woman;
So are they all, all rude women–
Come I to speak in Toni’s funeral.
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