Ernst Krenek - The Flea, Op. 175 lyrics

Mark but this flea, and mark in this How little that which thou deniest me is; It su*k'd me first, and now su*ks 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, wе're met And cloister'd in thеse 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 su*k'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