Bleeding at the nose at Clarastella's approach

So at the Murtherers approach we see
The Corps weep at its wounds again;
And I who first was slain
And rob'd of Reasons soul by thee,
Walk but a living Corps, and drawing nigh,
Thus doth my guiltless blood thy murther crie,
From my dead heart it flowes, and boldly there
It stares thee in thy guiltie face
(Fair cruel Murtheresse!)
Soon as I thee approach more neat:
While thus the spirits all emitted are,
And for thee blushing in my face appear,
Yet back thou smal remainder of my life
And bid my drooping heart revive
Which thus again may live,
Could it but some remorseful grief
Raise in thee at this horrid sight, that then
You may be quit, and I no Ghost agen.