Venus and Adonis (Quarto 1, 1592-3)
Author: William ShakespeareEditor: Hardy M. CookPeer Reviewed


¶But all in vaine, good Queene, it will not bee,
¶She hath a
ssai'd as much as may be prou'd,
¶Her pleading hath de
seru'd a greater fee,
610She's loue;
she loues, and yet
she is not lou'd,
¶_Fie, fie, he
saies, you cru
sh me, let me go,
¶_You haue no rea
son to withhold me
so.
¶Thou had
st bin gone (quoth
she)
sweet boy ere this,
¶But that thou told
st me, thou wold
st hunt the boare,
615Oh be adui
sd, thou know'
st not what it is,
¶VVith iauelings point a churli
sh
swine to goare,
¶_VVho
se tu
shes neuer
sheathd, he whetteth
still,
¶_Like to a mortall butcher bent to kill.
¶On his bow-backe, he hath a battell
set,
620Of bri
sly pikes that euer threat his foes,
¶His eyes like glow-wormes
shine, when he doth fret
¶His
snout digs
sepulchers where ere he goes,
¶_Being mou'd he
strikes, what ere is in his way,
¶_And whom he
strikes, his crooked tu
shes
slay.
625His brawnie
sides with hairie bri
stles armed,
¶Are better proofe then thy
speares point can enter,
¶His
short thick necke cannot be ea
sily harmed,
¶Being irefull, on the lyon he will venter,
¶_The thornie brambles, and imbracing bu
shes,
630_As fearefull of him part, through whom he ru
shes.
¶Alas, he naught e
steem's that face of thine,
¶To which loues eyes paies tributarie gazes,
¶Nor thy
soft handes,
sweet lips, and chri
stall eine,
¶VVho
se full perfection all the world amazes,
635_But hauing thee at vantage (wondrous dread!)
¶_VVold roote the
se beauties, as he root's the mead.

