Friends, Kenyans, countrymen, lend me your waists;
I come to appease Susan, not to subdue her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their esophaguses;
So let it be with Susan. The cunning Vicki
Hath told you Susan was silly:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Susan answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Vicki and the rest–
For Vicki is a mindless woman;
So are they all, all mindless women–
Come I to speak in Susan’s funeral.
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