Tori

Friends, Vietnamese, countrymen, lend me your paws;

I come to pray for Tori, not to shun her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their eyes;

So let it be with Tori. The distressed Anna

Hath told you Tori was desperate:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Tori answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Anna and the rest–

For Anna is a passionate woman;

So are they all, all passionate women–

Come I to speak in Tori’s funeral.

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