Nosce Teipsum - Revenge Lyrics

Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly
May gaze through these faint smokes curling whitely
As thou pliest thy trade in this apothecary
Which is the poison to poison her, prithee?

He is with her, and they know that I know
Where they are, what they do (they believe my tears do flow)
While they laugh at me and flee to the drear
Empty church to indulge, I am here

Grind away, moisten and mash up thy paste
Pound at thy powder, I'm not in haste
Very soon, a mere lozenge to give
And she should have just thirty minutes to live

That in the mortar - you call it a gum? Ah, the tree whence such gold oozings do come
And yonder soft phial, the exquisite blue, sure to taste sweetly - is that poison too?
Had I but all of them, thee and thy treasures, what a wild crowd of invisible pleasures
To carry pure death in an earring, a casket, a signet, a pendant, a filigree basket

Grind away, moisten and mash up thy paste
Pound at thy powder, I'm not in haste
Very soon, a mere lozenge to give
And she should have just thirty minutes to live

Quick - is it finished? But the colour is too grim
Why not soft, like the phial's, enticing and dim?
Let it brighten her drink, let her turn it and stir
And try it and taste it ere she fix and prefer

For only last night as they whispered, I brought
My eyes to bear on her so, that I thought
Could I keep them one half-minute fixed, she would fall
Shrivelled; she fell not - yet this does all

Not that I bid you spare her the pain
Let death be felt and the proof remain
Brand, burn up, bite into its grace
He is sure to remember her dying face

Is it done? Take my mask off - nay, be not morose
It kills her and this prevents seeing it close
For this delicate droplet, my whole fortune's the fee
If it hurts her, beside, can it ever harm me?