Friends, Pakistanis, countrymen, lend me your feet;
I come to banish Cheryl, not to fool her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their wrists;
So let it be with Cheryl. The princely Louie
Hath told you Cheryl was frantic:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Cheryl answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Louie and the rest–
For Louie is an ignoble man;
So are they all, all ignoble men–
Come I to speak in Cheryl’s funeral.
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