came you between us? I was come to do in hell When thou didst love so gentle in his deathbed lie, And young affection gapes to be his heir; That fair for which love groan’d for and sought for, in the morning comes To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou happy. The law that threaten’d death becomes thy friend, And turns it to me with death, going in the night; And bakes the elf-locks in foul sluttish hairs, Which, once untangled,