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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)


    Whereat her teares began to turne their tide,
    980Being prisond in her eye: like pearles in glasse,
    Yet sometimes fals an orient drop beside,
    Which her cheeke melts, as scorning it should passe
    To wash the foule face of the sluttish ground,
    Who 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,
    Despaire, 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.

    No, no, quoth she, sweet death, I did but iest,
    Yet pardon me, I felt a kind of feare
    When as I met the boare, that bloodie beast,
    1000Which knowes no pitie but is still seuere,
    Then gentle shadow (truth I must confesse)
    I rayld on thee, fearing my loues decesse.