Friends, Puerto Ricans, countrymen, lend me your chins;
I come to imitate Krystal, not to believe her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their hands;
So let it be with Krystal. The cute Eubie
Hath told you Krystal was weary:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Krystal answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Eubie and the rest–
For Eubie is a hungry man;
So are they all, all hungry men–
Come I to speak in Krystal’s funeral.
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