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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)

    And as she runnes, the bushes in the way,
    Some catch her by the necke, some kisse her face,
    Some twin'd about her thigh to make her stay,
    She wildly breaketh from their strict imbrace,
    875 Like a milch Doe, whose swelling dugs do ake,
    Hasting to feed her fawne, hid in some brake,
    By this she heares the hounds are at a bay,
    Whereat she starts like one that spies an adder,
    Wreath'd vp in fatall folds iust in his way,
    880The feare where of doth make him shake, & shudder,
    Euen so the timerous yelping of the hounds,
    Appals her senses, and her spirit confounds.
    For now she knowes it is no gentle chase,
    But the blunt boare, rough beare, or lyon proud,
    885Because the crie remaineth in one place,
    Where fearefully the dogs exclaime aloud,
    Finding their enemie to be so curst,
    They all straine curt'sie who shall cope him first.
    This dismall crie rings sadly in her eare,
    890Through which it enters to surprise her hart,
    Who ouercome by doubt, and bloodlesse feare,
    With cold-pale weakenesse, nums ech feeling part,
    Like soldiers when their captain once doth yeeld,
    They basely flie, and dare not stay the field.
    895Thus stands she in a trembling extasie,
    Till cheering vp her senses all dismayd,
    She tels them tis a causlesse fantasie,
    And childish error that they are affrayd,
    Bids thē leaue quaking, bids them feare no more,
    900 And with that word, she spide the hunted boare.