FROM
I d e a.
by Michael Drayton
II.
MY heart was slain, and none but you and I ;
Who should I think the murther should commit,
Since but yourself there was no creature by,
But only I, guiltless of murth'ring it ?
It slew itself ; the verdict on the view
Doth quit the dead, and me not accessary.
Well, well, I fear it will be proved by you,
The evidence so great a proofe doth carry.
But O, see, see, we need enquire no further,
Upon your lips the scarlet drops are found,
And in your eye the boy that did the murther ;
Your cheeks yet pale, since first he gave the wound.
By this I see, however things be past,
Yet Heaven will still have murther out at last.
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Michael Drayton
