The Changeling

Here’s beauty chang’d
To ugly whoredom; here, servant obedience
To a master sin, imperious murder;
I, a suppos’d husband, chang’d embraces
With wantonness, but that was paid before;
Your change is come too, from an ignorant wrath
To knowing friendship. Are there any more on’s

I am satisfied, my injuries
Lie dead before me

Tis time to die, when ’tis a shame to live.
Dies

Mine honour fell with him, and now my life

I am that of your blood was taken from you
For your better health; look no more upon’t

that broken rib of mankind

I have two other
That were more close disguis’d than your two could be,
E’er since the deed was done

your love has made me
A cruel murd’ress.
ALSEMERO.
Ha!
BEATRICE.
A bloody one.
I have kiss’d poison for’t, strok’d a serpent

De Flores? He that your eye was sore at sight of,
He’s now become your arm’s supporter, your lip’s saint

O you have ruin’d
What you can ne’er repair again