Kristi

Friends, Saudis, countrymen, lend me your front teeth;

I come to spit at Kristi, not to disparage her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their mouths;

So let it be with Kristi. The dapper Dakota

Hath told you Kristi was radiant:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Kristi answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Dakota and the rest–

For Dakota is a princely man;

So are they all, all princely men–

Come I to speak in Kristi’s funeral.

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