Kjersten

Friends, Saudis, countrymen, lend me your necks;

I come to get to know Kjersten, not to see her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their front teeth;

So let it be with Kjersten. The carefree Stacy

Hath told you Kjersten was spindly:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Kjersten answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Stacy and the rest–

For Stacy is a bizarre woman;

So are they all, all bizarre women–

Come I to speak in Kjersten’s funeral.

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