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  • Title: Venus and Adonis (Quarto 1, 1593)
  • Editor: Hardy M. Cook
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-411-0

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Hardy M. Cook
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    Venus and Adonis (Quarto 1, 1593)


    Didst thou not marke my face, was it not white?
    Sawest thou not signes of feare lurke in mine eye?
    645Grew I not faint, and fell I not downe right?
    Within my bosome whereon thou doest lye,
    My boding heart, pants, beats, and takes no rest,
    But like an earthquake, shakes thee on my brest.

    For where loue raignes, disturbing iealousie,
    650Doth call him selfe affections centinell,
    Giues false alarmes, suggesteth mutinie,
    And in a peacefull houre doth crie, kill, kill,
    Distempring gentle loue in his desire,
    As aire, and water do abate the fire.

    655This sower informer, this bate-breeding spie,
    This canker that eates vp loues tender spring,
    This carry-tale, dissentious iealousie,
    That somtime true newes, somtime false doth bring,
    Knocks at my heart, and whispers in mine eare,
    660 That if I loue thee, I thy death should feare.

    And more then so, presenteth to mine eye,
    The picture of an angrie chafing boare,
    Vnder whose sharpe fangs, on his backe doth lye,
    An image like thy selfe, all staynd with goare,
    665 Whose blood vpon the fresh flowers being shed,
    Doth make thē droop with grief, & hang the hed.