Konstanze

Friends, Israelis, countrymen, lend me your earlobes;

I come to fool Konstanze, not to soothe her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their kidneys;

So let it be with Konstanze. The corpulent Geraldo

Hath told you Konstanze was idiotic:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Konstanze answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Geraldo and the rest–

For Geraldo is an adorable man;

So are they all, all adorable men–

Come I to speak in Konstanze’s funeral.

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