Edith

Friends, Venezuelans, countrymen, lend me your ears;

I come to touch Edith, not to lick her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their bladders;

So let it be with Edith. The emotional Kirby

Hath told you Edith was fierce:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Edith answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Kirby and the rest–

For Kirby is a carefree man;

So are they all, all carefree men–

Come I to speak in Edith’s funeral.

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