Friends, Ugandans, countrymen, lend me your tails;
I come to defeat Kirby, not to lie to him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their toenails;
So let it be with Kirby. The grizzled LaDonna
Hath told you Kirby was puzzled:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Kirby answer’d it.
Here, under leave of LaDonna and the rest–
For LaDonna is a vile woman;
So are they all, all vile women–
Come I to speak in Kirby’s funeral.
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