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


¶The
se louely caues, the
se round inchanting pits,
¶Opend their mouthes to
swallow Venus liking:
¶Being mad before, how doth
she now for wits?
250Strucke dead at fir
st, what needs a
second
striking?
¶_Poore Queene of loue, in thine own law forlorne,
¶_To loue a cheeke that
smiles at thee in
scorne.
¶Now which way
shall
she turne? what
shall
she
say?
¶Her words are done, her woes the more increa
sing,
255The time is
spent, her obiect will away,
¶And ftom her twining armes doth vrge relea
sing:
¶_Pitie
she cries,
some fauour,
some remor
se,
¶_Away he
springs, and ha
steth to his hor
se.
¶But lo from forth a copp's that neighbors by,
260A breeding Iennet, lu
stie, young, and proud,
¶Adonis trampling Cour
ser doth e
spy:
¶And forth
she ru
shes,
snorts, and neighs aloud.
¶_The
strong-neckt
steed being tied vnto a tree,
¶_Breaketh his raine, and to her
straight goes hee.
265Imperiou
sly he leaps, he neighs, he bounds,
¶And now his wouen girthes he breaks a
sunder,
¶The bearing earth with his hard hoofe he wounds,
¶VVho
se hollow wombe re
sounds like heauens thun
(der,
¶_The yron bit he cru
sheth tweene his teeth,
270_Controlling what he was controlled with.
¶His eares vp prickt, his braided hanging mane
¶Vpon his compa
st cre
st now
stand on end,
¶His no
strils drinke the aire, and forth againe
¶As from a fornace, vapors doth he
send:
275_His eye which
scornfully gli
sters likefire,
¶_Shewes his hote courage, and his high de
sire.

