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- MARK but this flea, and mark in this,
- How little that which thou deniest me is ;
- It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee,
- And in this flea our two bloods mingled be.
- Thou know'st that this cannot be said
- A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead ;
- Yet this enjoys before it woo,
- And pamper'd swells with one blood made of two ;
- And this, alas ! is more than we would do.
- O stay, three lives in one flea spare,
- Where we almost, yea, more than married are.
- This flea is you and I, and this
- Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is.
- Though parents grudge, and you, we're met,
- And cloister'd in these living walls of jet.
- Though use make you apt to kill me,
- Let not to that self-murder added be,
- And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.
- Cruel and sudden, hast thou since
- Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?
- Wherein could this flea guilty be,
- Except in that drop which it suck'd from thee?
- Yet thou triumph'st, and say'st that thou
- Find'st not thyself nor me the weaker now.
- 'Tis true ; then learn how false fears be ;
- Just so much honour, when thou yield'st to me,
- Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee.
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