Poppaea (Theatre of Tragedy)

Dream of a funeral, blest temptress - behest me! - 
A funeral thou'lt hark, swarth murderess - the Devil, 
Thine feral grith with me, Popp?a, 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 f?in, 
Subdue me with thine lote in oneness - make haste yet, 
Displode me in a font - Popp?a, 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.

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