Friends, Sri Lankans, countrymen, lend me your hands;
I come to block Celeste, not to belittle her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their thumbs;
So let it be with Celeste. The dismal Pete
Hath told you Celeste was princely:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Celeste answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Pete and the rest–
For Pete is an arrogant man;
So are they all, all arrogant men–
Come I to speak in Celeste’s funeral.
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