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


¶A thou
sand
spleenes beare her a thou
sand wayes,
¶She treads the path, that
she vntreads againe;
¶Her more then ha
st, is mated with delayes,
910Like the proceedings of a drunken braine,
¶_Full of respects, yet naught at all respecting,
¶_In hand with all things, naught at all effecting.
¶Here kenneld in a brake,
she finds a hound,
¶And askes the wearie caitiffe for his mai
ster,
915And there another licking of his wound,
¶Gain
st venimd
sores, the onely
soueraigne plai
ster.
¶_And here
she meets another,
sadly skowling,
¶_To whom
she
speaks, & he replies with howling.
¶VVhen he hath cea
st his ill re
sounding noi
se,
920Another flapmouthd mourner, blacke, and grim,
¶Again
st the welkin, volies out his voyce,
¶Another, and another, an
swer him,
¶_Clapping their proud tailes to the ground below,
¶_Shaking their
scratcht-eares, bleeding as they go.
925Looke how, the worlds poore people are amazed,
¶At apparitions,
signes, and prodigies,
¶VVhereon with feareful eyes, they long haue gazed,
¶Infu
sing them with dreadfull prophecies;
¶_So
she at the
se
sad
signes, drawes vp her breath,
930_And
sighing it againe, exclaimes on death.
¶Hard fauourd tyrant, ougly, meagre, leane,
¶Hatefull diuorce of loue, (thus chides
she death)
¶Grim-grinning gho
st, earths-worme what do
st thou thou
(meane?
¶To
stifle beautie, and to
steale his breath?
935_VVho when he liu'd, his breath and beautie
set
¶_Glo
sse on the ro
se,
smell to the violet.

