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