Friends, Cubans, countrymen, lend me your kidneys;
I come to hypnotize Carla, not to make a face at her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their eyelids;
So let it be with Carla. The shifty Beth
Hath told you Carla was funny:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Carla answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Beth and the rest–
For Beth is a loving woman;
So are they all, all loving women–
Come I to speak in Carla’s funeral.
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