Friends, Zambians, countrymen, lend me your hooves;
I come to step on Abel, not to malign him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their thoraxes;
So let it be with Abel. The exuberant LaDonna
Hath told you Abel was dowdy:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Abel answer’d it.
Here, under leave of LaDonna and the rest–
For LaDonna is a decisive woman;
So are they all, all decisive women–
Come I to speak in Abel’s funeral.
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