Simeon

Friends, Belizians, countrymen, lend me your larynxes;

I come to train Simeon, not to study him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their arteries;

So let it be with Simeon. The daring Kjersten

Hath told you Simeon was frantic:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Simeon answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Kjersten and the rest–

For Kjersten is a cantankerous woman;

So are they all, all cantankerous women–

Come I to speak in Simeon’s funeral.

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