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


¶Variable pa
ssions throng her con
stant wo,
¶As
striuing who
should be
st become her griefe,
¶All entertaind, ech pa
ssion labours
so,
970That euerie pre
sent
sorrow
seemeth chiefe,
¶_But none is be
st, then ioyne they all together,
¶_Like many clouds, con
sulting for foule weather.
¶By this farre off,
she heares
some hunt
sman hallow,
¶A nour
ses
song nere plea
sd her babe
so well,
975The dyre imagination
she did follow,
¶This
sound of hope doth labour to expell,
¶_For now reuiuing ioy bids her reioyce,
¶_And flatters her, it is Adonis voyce.
¶VVhereat her teares began to turne their tide,
980Being pri
sond in her eye: like pearles in gla
sse,
¶Yet
sometimes fals an orient drop be
side,
¶VVhich her cheeke melts, as
scorning it
should pa
sse
¶_To wa
sh the foule face of the
slutti
sh ground,
¶_VVho is but dronken when
she
seemeth drownd.
985O hard beleeuing loue how
strange it
seemes!
¶Not to beleeue, and yet too credulous:
¶Thy weale, and wo, are both of them extreames,
¶De
spaire, and hope, makes thee ridiculous.
¶_The one doth flatter thee in thoughts vnlikely,
990_In likely thoughts the other kils thee quickly.
¶Now
she vnweaues the web that
she hath wrought,
¶Adonis liues, and death is not to blame:
¶It was not
she that cald him all to nought;
¶Now
she ads honours to his hatefull name.
995_She clepes him king of graues, & graue for kings,
¶_Imperious
supreme of all mortall things.

