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


¶VVho
se beames vpon his hairele
sse face arefixt,
¶As if from thence they borrowed all their
shine,
¶VVere neuer foure
such lamps, together mixt,
490Had not his clouded with his browes repine.
¶_But hers, which through the cri
stal tears gaue light,
¶_Shone like the Moone in water
seene by night.
¶O where am I (quoth
she,) in earth or heauen,
¶Or in the Ocean drencht, or in the fire:
495VVhat houre is this, or morne, or wearie euen,
¶Do I delight to die or life de
sire?
¶_But now I liu'd, and life was deaths annoy,
¶_But now I dy'de, and death was liuely ioy.
¶O thou did
st kill me, kill me once againe,
500Thy eyes
shrowd tutor, that hard heart of thine,
¶Hath taught them
scornfull tricks, &
such di
sdaine,
¶That they haue murdred this poore heart of mine,
¶_And the
se mine eyes true leaders to their queene,
¶_But for thy piteous lips no more had
seene.
505Long may they ki
sse ech other for this cure,
¶Oh neuer let their crim
son liueries weare,
¶And as they la
st, their verdour
still endure,
¶To driue infection from the dangerous yeare:
¶_That the
star-gazers hauing writ on death,
510_May
say, the plague is bani
sht by thy breath.
¶Pure lips,
sweet
seales in my
soft lips imprinted,
¶VVhat bargaines may I make
still to be
sealing?
¶To
sell my
selfe I can be well contented,
¶So thou wilt buy, and pay, and v
se good dealing,
515_VVhich purcha
se if thou make, for feare of
slips,
¶_Set thy
seale manuell, on my wax-red lips.

