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


¶For pittie now
she can no more detaine him,
¶The poore foole praies her that he may depart,
¶She is re
solu'd no longer to re
straine him,
580Bids him farewell, and looke well to her hart,
¶_The which by Cupids bow
she doth prote
st,
¶_He carries thence incaged in his bre
st.
¶Sweet boy
she
saies, this night ile wa
st in
sorrow
¶For my
sick heart commands mine eyes to watch,
585Tell me loues mai
ster,
shall we meete tomorrow,
¶Say,
shall we,
shall we, wilt thou make the match?
¶_He tell's her no, to morrow he intends,
¶_To hunt the boare with certaine of his frends.
¶The boare (quoth
she) whereat a
suddain pale,
590Like lawne being
spred vpon the blu
shing ro
se,
¶V
surpes her cheeke,
she trembles at his tale,
¶And on his neck her yoaking armes
she throwes.
¶_She
sincketh downe,
still hanging by his necke,
¶_He on her belly fall's,
she on her backe.
595Now is
she in the verie li
sts of loue,
¶Her champion mounted for the hot incounter,
¶All is imaginarie
she doth proue,
¶He will not mannage her, although he mount her,
¶_That wor
se then Tantalus is her annoy,
600_To clip Elizium, and to lacke her ioy.
¶Euen
so poore birds deceiu'd with painted grapes,
¶Do
surfet by the eye, and pine the maw:
¶Euen
so
she langui
sheth in her mi
shaps,
¶As tho
se poore birds that helple
sse berries
saw,
605_The warme effects which
she in him finds mi
ssing,
¶_She
seekes to kindle with continuall ki
ssing.

