Carla

Friends, Cubans, countrymen, lend me your kidneys;

I come to hypnotize Carla, not to make a face at her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their eyelids;

So let it be with Carla. The shifty Beth

Hath told you Carla was funny:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Carla answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Beth and the rest–

For Beth is a loving woman;

So are they all, all loving women–

Come I to speak in Carla’s funeral.

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