Poppea

Dream of a funeral, blest temptress - behest me! - A funeral thou`lt hark, swarth murderess - the Devil, Thine feral grith with me, Poppea, be Hell`s hap; Waylaid the beldame bawd, the niggard: Laughing tragedy. And the wench doth bawdness to blow, Stay my adamant - Suffer me to transfix thee; And the wench doth bawdness to blow, Let me dawt thine twain - And, twine `hem apart. Of marrow, do na mell; I am Morelle - The bosom`d Titivil; travail me; a fбin, Subdue me with thine lote in oneness - make haste yet, Displode me in a font - Poppea, do what thou wilt. And the wench doth bawdness to blow, Stay my adamant - Suffer me to transfix thee; And the wench doth bawdness to blow, Let me dawt thine twain - And, twine `hem apart.