Venus and Adonis (Modern)

Author: William Shakespeare

Editor: Hardy M. Cook

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Venus and Adonis (Modern)
- Work
- Stanza
  1. Dedication
  2. 1 — 5
  3. 6 — 10
  4. 11 — 15
  5. 16 — 20
  6. 21 — 25
  7. 26 — 30
  8. 31 — 35
  9. 36 — 40
  10. 41 — 45
  11. 46 — 50
  12. 51 — 55
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  41. 196 — 199
Venus and Adonis (Quarto 1, 1592-3)
- Work
- Stanza
  1. Title Page
  2. Dedication
  3. 2 — 6
  4. 7 — 11
  5. 12 — 16
  6. 17 — 21
  7. 22 — 26
  8. 27 — 31
  9. 32 — 36
  10. 37 — 41
  11. 42 — 46
  12. 47 — 51
  13. 52 — 56
  14. 57 — 61
  15. 62 — 66
  16. 67 — 71
  17. 72 — 76
  18. 77 — 81
  19. 82 — 86
  20. 87 — 91
  21. 92 — 96
  22. 97 — 101
  23. 102 — 106
  24. 107 — 111
  25. 112 — 116
  26. 117 — 121
  27. 122 — 126
  28. 127 — 131
  29. 132 — 136
  30. 137 — 141
  31. 142 — 146
  32. 147 — 151
  33. 152 — 156
  34. 157 — 161
  35. 162 — 166
  36. 167 — 171
  37. 172 — 176
  38. 177 — 181
  39. 182 — 186
  40. 187 — 191
  41. 192 — 196
  42. 197 — 199
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  53. 55

¶For pity now she can no more detain him.
¶The poor fool prays her that he may depart.
¶She is resolved no longer to restrain him,
580Bids him farewell and look well to her heart,
¶_The which, by Cupid's bow she doth protest,
¶_He carries thence encagèd in his breast.

¶"Sweet boy," she says, "this night I'll waste in sorrow,
¶For my sick heart commands mine eyes to watch.
585Tell me, love's master, shall we meet tomorrow?
¶Say, shall we, shall we? Wilt thou make the match?"
¶_He tells her, "No." Tomorrow he intends
¶_To hunt the boar with certain of his friends.

¶"The boar!" quoth she. Whereat a sudden pale,
590Like lawn being spread upon the blushing rose,
¶Usurps her cheek; she trembles at his tale,
¶And on his neck her yoking arms she throws.
¶_She sinketh down, still hanging by his neck.
¶_He on her belly falls; she on her back.

595Now is she in the very lists of love,
¶Her champion mounted for the hot encounter.
¶All is imaginary she doth prove.
¶He will not manage her, although he mount her;
¶_That worse than Tantalus' is her annoy,
600_To clip Elysium and to lack her joy.

¶Even so poor birds, deceived with painted grapes,
¶Do surfeit by the eye and pine the maw;
¶Even so she languisheth in her mishaps
¶As those poor birds that helpless berries saw.
605_The warm effects which she in him finds missing
¶_She seeks to kindle with continual kissing.

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