Classic Poem

Enter Deflores bringing in Beatrice.

DEFLORES .

Here we are, if you have any more
To say to us, speak quickly, I shall not
Give you the hearing else, I am so stout yet,
And so I think that broken rib of mankind. VERMANDERO .
An Host of enemies entred my Citadell,
Could not amaze like this, Joanna, Beatrice, Joanna . BEATRICE .
O come not neer me sir, I shall defile you,
I am that of your blood was taken from you
For your better health, look no more upon't,
But cast it to the ground regardlessly,
Let the common sewer take it from distinction,
Beneath the starres, upon yon Meteor
Ever hang my fate, 'mongst things corruptible,
I ne're could pluck it from him, my loathing
Was Prophet to the rest, but ne're believ'd:
Mine honour fell with him, and now my life.
Alsemero , I am a stranger to your bed,
Your bed was coz'ned on the nuptiall night,
For which your false-bride died. ALSEMERO .
Diaphanta? DEFLORES .
Yes, and the while I coupled with your mate
At barly-break; now we are left in hell. VERMANDERO .
We are all there, it circumscribes here. DEFLORES .
I lov'd this woman in spite of her heart,
Her love I earn'd out of Piracquos murder. TOMASO .
Ha, my brothers murtherer. DEFLORES .
Yes, and her honors prize
Was my reward, I thank life for nothing
But that pleasure, it was so sweet to me,
That I have drunk up all, left none behinde,
For any man to pledge me.

Enter Deflores bringing in Beatrice.

DEFLORES .

Here we are, if you have any more
To say to us, speak quickly, I shall not
Give you the hearing else, I am so stout yet,
And so I think that broken rib of mankind. VERMANDERO .
An Host of enemies entred my Citadell,
Could not amaze like this, Joanna, Beatrice, Joanna . BEATRICE .
O come not neer me sir, I shall defile you,
I am that of your blood was taken from you
For your better health, look no more upon't,
But cast it to the ground regardlessly,
Let the common sewer take it from distinction,
Beneath the starres, upon yon Meteor
Ever hang my fate, 'mongst things corruptible,
I ne're could pluck it from him, my loathing
Was Prophet to the rest, but ne're believ'd:
Mine honour fell with him, and now my life.
Alsemero , I am a stranger to your bed,
Your bed was coz'ned on the nuptiall night,
For which your false-bride died. ALSEMERO .
Diaphanta? DEFLORES .
Yes, and the while I coupled with your mate
At barly-break; now we are left in hell. VERMANDERO .
We are all there, it circumscribes here. DEFLORES .
I lov'd this woman in spite of her heart,
Her love I earn'd out of Piracquos murder. TOMASO .
Ha, my brothers murtherer. DEFLORES .
Yes, and her honors prize
Was my reward, I thank life for nothing
But that pleasure, it was so sweet to me,
That I have drunk up all, left none behinde,
For any man to pledge me.