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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)

    Tis true, tis true, thus was Adonis slaine,
    He ran vpon the Boare with his sharpe speare,
    Who did not whet his teeth at him againe,
    But by a kisse thought to persuade him there.
    1115 And nousling in his flanke the louing swine,
    Sheath'd vnaware the tuske in his soft groine.
    Had I bin tooth'd like him I must confesse,
    With kissing him I should haue kild him first,
    But he is dead, and neuer did he blesse
    1120My youth with his, the more am I accurst.
    With this she falleth in the place she stood,
    And staines her face with his congealed bloud.
    She lookes vpon his lips, and they are pale,
    She takes him by the hand, and that is cold,
    1125She whispers in his eares a heauie tale,
    As if they heard the wofull words she told:
    She lifts the coffer-lids that close his eyes,
    Where lo, two lamps burnt out in darknesse lies.
    Two glasses where her selfe, her selfe beheld
    1130A thousand times, and now no more reflect,
    Their vertue lost, wherein they late exceld,
    And euerie beautie robd of his effect;
    Wonder of time (quoth she) this is myspight,
    That thou being dead, the day shuld yet belight.
    1135Since thou art dead, lo here I prophecie,
    Sorrow on loue hereafter shall attend:
    It shall be wayted on with iealousie,
    Find sweet beginning, but vnsauorie end.
    Nere setled equally, but high or lo,
    1140 That all loues pleasure shall not match his wo.