Venus and Adonis(维纳斯和阿多尼斯)

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VENUS AND ADONIS

William Shakespeare

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE HENRY WRIOTHESLEY,

EARL OF SOUHAMPTON, AND BARON OF TICHFIELD.

RIGHT HONOURABLE,

I know not how I shall offend in dedicating my unpolished lines to

your lordship, nor how the world will censure me for choosing so strong a

prop to support so weak a burthen: only, if your honour seem but pleased,

I account myself highly praised, and vow to take advantage of all idle

hours, till I have honoured you with some graver labour. But if the first

heir of my invention prove deformed, I shall be sorry it had so noble a

godfather, and never after ear so barren a land, for fear it yield me still so

bad a harvest. I leave it to your honourable survey, and your honour to

your heart's content; which I wish may always answer your own wish and

the world's hopeful expectation.

Your honour's in all duty,

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.

VENUS AND ADONIS

EVEN as the sun with purple-colour'd face Had ta'en his last leave of

the weeping morn, Rose-cheek'd Adonis tried him to the chase; Hunting

he lov'd, but love he laugh'd to scorn;

Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto him, And like a bold-fac'd

suitor 'gins to woo him.

'Thrice fairer than myself,' thus she began, 'The field's chief flower,

sweet above compare,

Stain to all nymphs, more lovely than a man, More white and red

than doves or roses are; Nature that made thee, with herself at strife, Saith

that the world hath ending with thy life.

'Vouchsafe, thou wonder, to alight thy steed, And rein his proud head

to the saddle-bow; If thou wilt deign this favour, for thy meed A thousand

honey secrets shalt thou know:

Here come and sit, where never serpent hisses; And being set, I'll

smother thee with kisses:

'And yet not cloy thy lips with loath'd satiety, But rather famish them

amid their plenty,

Making them red and pale with fresh variety; Ten kisses short as one,

one long as twenty: A summer's day will seem an hour but short, Being

wasted in such time-beguiling sport.'

With this she seizeth on his sweating palm, The precedent of pith and

livelihood, And, trembling in her passion, calls it balm, Earth's sovereign

salve to do a goddess good:

Being so enrag'd, desire doth lend her force Courageously to pluck

him from his horse.

Over one arm the lusty courser's rein Under her other was the tender

boy,

Who blush'd and pouted in a dull disdain, With leaden appetite, unapt

to toy; She red and hot as coals of glowing fire He red for shame, but

frosty in desire.

The studded bridle on a ragged bough Nimbly she fastens;--O! how

quick is love:-- The steed is stalled up, and even now To tie the rider she

begins to prove:

Backward she push'd him, as she would be thrust, And govern'd him

in strength, though not in lust.

So soon was she along, as he was down, Each leaning on their elbows

and their hips:

Now doth she stroke his cheek, now doth he frown, And 'gins to

chide, but soon she stops his lips; And kissing speaks, with lustful

language broken, 'If thou wilt chide, thy lips shall never open.'

He burns with bashful shame; she with her tears Doth quench the

maiden burning of his cheeks; Then with her windy sighs and golden hairs

To fan and blow them dry again she seeks:

He saith she is immodest, blames her miss; What follows more she

murders with a kiss.

Even as an empty eagle, sharp by fast, Tires with her beak on feathers,

flesh and bone,

Shaking her wings, devouring all in haste, Till either gorge be stuff'd

or prey be gone; Even so she kiss'd his brow, his cheek, his chin, And

where she ends she doth anew begin.

Forc'd to content, but never to obey, Panting he lies, and breatheth in

her face; She feedeth on the steam, as on a prey, And calls it heavenly

moisture, air of grace;

Wishing her cheeks were gardens full of flowers So they were dewd

with such distilling showers.

Look! how a bird lies tangled in a net, So fasten'd in her arms Adonis

lies;

Pure shame and aw'd resistance made him fret, Which bred more

beauty in his angry eyes: Rain added to a river that is rank Perforce will

force it overflow the bank.

Still she entreats, and prettily entreats, For to a pretty ear she tunes

her tale; Still is he sullen, still he lours and frets, 'Twixt crimson shame

and anger ashy-pale;

Being red she loves him best; and being white, Her best is better'd

with a more delight.

Look how he can, she cannot choose but love; And by her fair

immortal hand she swears,

From his soft bosom never to remove, Till he take truce with her

contending tears, Which long have rain'd, making her cheeks all wet; And

one sweet kiss shall pay this countless debt.

Upon this promise did he raise his chin

Like a dive-dapper peering through a wave, Who, being look'd on,

ducks as quickly in; So offers he to give what she did crave;

But when her lips were ready for his pay, He winks, and turns his lips

another way.

Never did passenger in summer's heat More thirst for drink than she

for this good turn.

Her help she sees, but help she cannot get; She bathes in water, yet

her fire must burn: 'O! pity,' 'gan she cry, 'flint-hearted boy: 'Tis but a kiss I

beg; why art thou coy?

'I have been woo'd, as I entreat thee now, Even by the stern and direful

god of war, Whose sinewy neck in battle ne'er did bow, Who conquers

where he comes m every jar;

Yet hath he been my captive and my slave, And begg'd for that which

thou unask'd shalt have.

'Over my altars hath he hung his lance, His batter'd shield, his

uncontrolled crest,

And for my sake hath learn'd to sport and dance To toy, to wanton,

dally, smile, and jest; Scorning his churlish drum and ensign red Making

my arms his field, his tent my bed.

'Thus he that overrul'd I oversway'd, Leading him prisoner in a red-

rose chain: Strong-temper'd steel his stronger strength obey'd, Yet was he

servile to my coy disdain.

O! be not proud, nor brag not of thy might, For mastering her that

foil'd the god of fight.

Touch but my lips with those falr lips of thine,-- Though mine be not

so fair, yet are they red,--

The kiss shall be thine own as well as mine: What seest thou in the

ground? hold up thy head: Look in mine eyeballs, there thy beauty lies;

Then why not lips on lips, since eyes in eyes?

'Art thou asham'd to kiss? then wink again, And I will wink; so shall

the day seem night; Love keeps his revels where there are but twain; Be

bold to play, our sport is not in sight:

These blue-vein'd violets whereon we lean Never can blab, nor know

not what we mean.

'The tender spring upon thy tempting lip

Shows thee unripe, yet mayst thou well be tasted: Make use of time,

let not advantage slip; Beauty within itself should not be wasted: Fair

flowers that are not gather'd in their prime Rot and consume themselves in

little time.

'Were I hard-favour'd, foul, or wrinkled-old, Ill-nurtur'd, crooked,

churlish, harsh in voice, O'erworn, despised, rheumatic, and cold, Thick-

sighted, barren, lean, and lacking juice,

Then mightst thou pause, for then I were not for thee; But having no

defects, why dost abhor me?

'Thou canst not see one winkle in my brow;

Mine eyes are grey and bright, and quick in turning; My beauty as the

spring doth yearly grow; My flesh is soft and plump, my marrow burning;

My smooth moist hand, were it with thy hand felt. Would in thy palm

dissolve, or seem to melt.

'Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear, Or like a fairy, trip upon

the green, Or, like a nymph, with long dishevell'd hair, Dance on the sands,

and yet no footing seen:

Love is a spirit all compact of fire, Not gross to sink, but light, and

will aspire.

'Witness this primrose bank whereon I lie;

These forceless flowers like sturdy trees support me; Two

strengthless doves will draw me through the sky, From morn till night,

even where I list to sport me: Is love so light, sweet boy, and may it be

That thou shouldst think it heavy unto thee?

'Is thine own heart to shine own face affected? Can thy right hand

seize love upon thy left? Then woo thyself, be of thyself rejected, Steal

thine own freedom, and complain on theft.

Narcissus so himself himself forsook, And died to kiss his shadow in

the brook.

'Torches are made to light, jewels to wear, Dainties to taste, fresh

beauty for the use,

Herbs for their smell, and sappy plants to bear; Things growing to

themselves are growth's abuse: Seeds spring from seeds, and beauty

breedeth beauty; Thou wast begot; to get it is thy duty.

'Upon the earth's increase why shouldst thou feed, Unless the earth

with thy increase be fed? By law of nature thou art bound to breed, That

thine may live when thou thyself art dead;

And so in spite of death thou dost survive, In that thy likeness still is

left alive.'

By this the love-sick queen began to sweat, For where they lay the

shadow had forsook them,

And Titan, tired in the mid-day heat With burning eye did hotly

overlook them, Wishing Adonis had his team to guide, So he were like

him and by Venus' side.

And now Adonis with a lazy spright, And with a heavy, dark, disliking

eye, His louring brows o'erwhelming his fair sight, Like misty vapours

when they blot the sky,

Souring his cheeks, cries, 'Fie! no more of love: The sun doth burn

my face; I must remove.'

'Ay me,' quoth Venus, 'young, and so unkind! What bare excuses

mak'st thou to be gone!

I'll sigh celestial breath, whose gentle wind Shall cool the heat of this

descending sun: I'll make a shadow for thee of my hairs;

If they burn too, I'll quench them with my tears.

'The sun that shines from heaven shines but warm, And lo! I lie

between that sun and thee: The heat I have from thence doth little harm,

Thine eye darts forth the fire that burneth me;

And were I not immortal, life were done Between this heavenly and

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