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


¶If he be dead, ô no, it cannot be,
¶Seeing his beautie, thou
should
st
strike at it,
¶Oh yes, it may, thou ha
st no eyes to
see,
940But hatefully at randon doe
st thou hit,
¶_Thy marke is feeble age, but thy fal
se dart,
¶_Mi
stakes that aime, and cleaues an infants hart.
¶Had
st thou but bid beware, then he had
spoke,
¶And hearing him, thy power had lo
st his power,
945The de
stinies will cur
se thee for this
stroke,
¶They bid thee crop a weed, thou pluck
st a flower,
¶_Loues golden arrow at him
should haue fled,
¶_And not deaths ebon dart to
strike him dead.
¶Do
st thou drink tears, that thou prouok'
st
such wee
(ping,
950VVhat may a heauie grone aduantage thee?
¶VVhy ha
st thou ca
st into eternall
sleeping,
¶Tho
se eyes that taught all other eyes to
see?
¶_Now nature cares not for thy mortall vigour,
¶_Since her be
st worke is ruin'd with thy rigour.
955Here ouercome as one full of di
spaire,
¶She vaild her eye-lids, who like
sluces
stopt
¶The chri
stall tide, that from her two cheeks faire,
¶In the
sweet channell of her bo
some dropt.
¶_But through the floud-gates breaks the
siluer rain,
960_And with his
strong cour
se opens them againe.
¶O how her eyes, and teares, did lend, and borrow,
¶Her eye
seene in the teares, teares in her eye,
¶Both chri
stals, where they viewd ech others
sorrow:
¶Sorrow, that friendly
sighs
sought
still to drye,
965_But like a
stormie day, now wind, now raine,
¶_Sighs drie her cheeks, tears make thē wet againe.

