Tonya

Friends, Hungarians, countrymen, lend me your dignity;

I come to lead Tonya, not to believe in her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their backs;

So let it be with Tonya. The apoplectic Jesus

Hath told you Tonya was cowardly:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Tonya answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Jesus and the rest–

For Jesus is a timid man;

So are they all, all timid men–

Come I to speak in Tonya’s funeral.

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