Drake - Drakespeare: When Thy Messenger Alights (Hotline Bling Shakespeare) lyrics

Yea, I struggle with these remembrances. Thou didst nightly send me your attendant When thy watery moon cast quenching beams. Sealed temptation inside a parchment And then sighed upon a midnight pillow. I know when thy messenger unwinds thy scroll It foretells that you bethink fantasies Thy note discovers thy unchaste plan Beckons forth to me: 'Attend apace, man!' Upon my depart, I learnt that gossips Mark how thou debased thy gentle portance, Bethink you a player in housewifery. In my head there is a kind of fighting While I, traveller from my native north, Hear of your revelry. So thou hast doffed thy habit, with potations thou carous'd. Surrounded by your weird sisters, arous'd I mourn remembrances of you calling Upon me at night, the mare spurring my Mounting mind. I broke thy letter's wax to Find thy night's command: 'Hie thee presently.' I know when thy messenger unwinds his scroll Thou stands but bid me, a sweet fruit tree Yea, wot I the purpose of your letter, That I might leap to taste thy medlar. Once apart we chide: Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel. Thou heap guilt like coal upon me and burn my conscience but you are the one who is trespa**ing While I have been wandering o'er the map Your course has earn'd your desired rewards Gallop in glistering coach, sail the flote Gambol with unknown nymphs on whom you dote. Thy post arrived announcing your intents At night, a hidden message not so hid Indeed, I came to expect thy letters I read by the candlelight then dressed. When Thy messenger unwinds thy scroll, wot I Thou watch the waves, a sailor's lonely wife, Who awaits her seaman with whom she dies How clear you make your aim of sweet demise. That mocking green-eyed monster feeds on my visions of the bare nymph making the beast with two backs before packing compounds strange. Pa**ing along tricks thou learnt at my lap Bethought you Juno for power you do Not want. Or are you Venus? Tangled in Ardour. Ope your house, let others come in Then 'scape without issue along the road Calling on lords and giving them nothing. Your heart I owed and knew all thy intents Til thou merely transform'd to my surprise Turning galliards at masques, thou in disguise. Through thy post thou once furnaced pa**ion And thy letters arrived singed and steaming, Pulled from the flame and forged on my anvil. Thou crave my glaive and still sent suit to joust. So I brandish'd my scabbard when you bade me come hither for polishing and play. When thy messenger alights apace and cries, I shall foin my weapon between thy thighs. [EXIT DRAKE]