Oh stay, three lives in one flea spare,

Where we almost, nay more than married are.  

This flea is you and I, and this

Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is;  

Though parents grudge, and you, w'are met,  

And cloistered 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.