Clarastella's Indictment

My heart was slain when none was by
But only you and I:
Durst it self do this act?
No: a strange hand did shoot that dart
Which peirc'd so deep my heart,
Nor could I do the fact.
Then I'm o'th' fact acquitted, now
The guilt must lie on you;
I wil enquire no further;
The proof is plain, the Boy that lies
Hid in your cruel eies,
Did do this wicked murther.

Witness your lips all staind with red,
They speak who did the deed,
The Crimson bloud sticks there,
And makes them at each blush confess
(For they dare do no less)
And ory we guiltie are.
Your pale and self-accusing look
As soon as ere he strook
Proclam'd you accessorie:
And your distorted angry brow
Your ful assent did show,
To make my death a Storie.

In your hearts trembling doth appear
Your more than guilty fear:
You'r by your tongue bewraid,
Which silently accusing, tels
That 'twas by you, none els,
My heart was first betraid.
By signs thus murther's oft reveal'd
Though it lie long conceal'd:
This doom I wish you then,
If stil a cruel mind you bear,
May each man prove, when ere
You love, unkind agen.