Friends, Zambians, countrymen, lend me your hairdos;
I come to have a talk with Bonnie, not to shrink her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their belly buttons;
So let it be with Bonnie. The absent-minded Raúl
Hath told you Bonnie was poised:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Bonnie answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Raúl and the rest–
For Raúl is a garrulous man;
So are they all, all garrulous men–
Come I to speak in Bonnie’s funeral.
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