Hollow-heartèd, Heart-departèd in Theatre Of Tragedy

Filthy harlots, the Lord's grape
With lore ornamentéd entreating
Hollow heartéd, heart-departéd
Yet thou reapest the blooming rose
When 'tis the weed which is to be swath'd
-- I do in the blooming flower pleasure find
And me in the yesterday's blind

-- Innocence is reserved for the meek
-- Of naught is my grasp ne'er to be!

Hah! for thee even a hound holdeth the throne.
Unwantéd child of mother! - Plague of plagues!
Father of leprous children.

I wield ye to stint this brawl
Nigh is the ford yet harken. Do not thwart
Desirest thou to do it withal
I shall cause thy body by one head too short!
Sayest ye nay to my boon
Then wilt thou from bloodshed swoon

-- Err me not! Must ye bethink my foolhardiness
-- Be vanishéd! Be banishéd
-- If ye deemest me not wroth
-- My hand hieth to unsheathe the sword
-- Lest thou tost totter
-- Whid along! Wherefore irk my haughtiness?

No man... No man at all -- Wherefore bereave
Be it lord or beggar -- The kine of the sward?
Bereaveth my dignity! -- Wherefore holdest thou for
-- Me such quailing scowl?
Loom my darling sun
Bear the scarlet colour