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What were thy lips the worse for one poor kiss?
Speak, fair; but speak fair words, or else be mute:
Give me one kiss, I'll give it thee again,
And one for interest, if thou wilt have twain.

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Fie, lifeless picture, cold and senseless stone,
Well-painted idol, image dull and dead,
Statue, contenting but the eye alone,
Thing like a man, but of no woman bred!

Thou art no man, though of a man's complexion,
For men will kiss even by their own direction."

This said, impatience chokes her pleading tongue,
And swelling passion doth provoke a pause;
Red cheeks and fiery eyes blaze forth her wrong,
Being judge in love, she cannot right her cause :
And now she weeps, and now she fain would

And now her sobs do her intendments break.

Sometimes she shakes her head, and then his hand,
Now gazeth she on him, now on the ground;
Sometimes her arms infold him like a band:
She would, he will not in her arms be bound;
And when from thence he struggles to be gone,
She locks her lily fingers one in one.

Fondling," she saith, "since I have hemm'd thee here,

Within the circuit of this ivory pale,
I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer;
Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale:
Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry,
Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.

"Within this limit is relief enough,

Sweet bottom-grass, and high-delightful plain,
Round rising hillocks, brakes obscure and rough,
To shelter thee from tempest and from rain :

Then be my deer, since I am such a park;
No dog shall rouse thee, though a thousand bark."

At this Adonis smiles as in disdain,
That in each cheek appears a pretty dimple:
Love made those hollows, if himself were slain,
He might be buried in a tomb so simple;

Foreknowing well, if there he came to lie,
Why, there Love liv'd, and there he could not

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Away he springs, and hasteth to his horse. But, lo, from forth a copse that neighbours by, A breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud, Adonis' trampling courser doth espy, And forth she rushes, snorts, and neighs aloud: The strong-neck'd steed, being tied unto a tre Breaketh his rein, and to her straight goes he

Imperiously he leaps, he neighs, he bounds,
And now his woven girths he breaks asunder;
The bearing earth with his hard hoof he woĐÀ
Whose hollow womb resounds like heaven's th

The iron bit he crushes 'tween his teeth,
Controlling what he was controlled with.

His ears up-prick'd; his braided hanging me
Upon his compass'd crest now stand on end;"
His nostrils drink the air, and forth again,
As from a furnace, vapours doth he send:

His eye, which scornfully glisters like fire,
Shows his hot courage and his high desire.
Sometime he trots, as if he told the steps,
With gentle majesty and modest pride;
Anon he rears upright, curvets and leaps,
As who should say, Lo, thus my strength is tr
And this I do to captivate the eye
Of the fair breeder that is standing by.

What recketh he his rider's angry stir,
His flattering" Holla," or his "Stand, I say
What cares he now for curb or pricking spar
For rich caparisons or trapping gay?

He sees his love, and nothing else he sees,
Nor nothing else with his proud sight agress
Look, when a painter would surpass the life,
In limning out a well-proportioned steed.
His art with nature's workmanship at strife,
As if the dead the living should exceed;

So did this horse excel a common one,
In shape, in courage, colour, pace, and bone.
Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and.
Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostri v
High crest, short ears, straight legs, and pas

Thick mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender
Look, what a horse should have he did
Save a proud rider on so proud a back.

Sometime he scuds far off, and there he stares
Anon he starts at stirring of a feather;
To bid the wind a base he now prepares,
And whêr he run or fly they know not wheth
For through his mane and tail the high



Fanning the hairs, who wave like feather‍3 =

—a common one, pace and bone.]

One was formerly pronounced as we now sound it.. alone, &c.

e To bid the wind a base-] See note (7), p. 42. Va L

He looks upon his love, and neighs unto her ;
She answers him, as if she knew his mind:
Being proud, as females are, to see him woo her,
She puts on outward strangeness, seems unkind;
Spurns at his love, and scorns the heat he feels,
Beating his kind embracements with her heels.

Then, like a melancholy malcontent,


He vails his tail, that, like a falling plume,
Cool shadow to his melting buttock lent:

He stamps, and bites the poor flies in his fume.
His love, perceiving how he is enrag'd,
Grew kinder, and his fury was assuag'd.

His testy master goeth about to take him ;
When, lo, the unback'd breeder, full of fear,
Jealous of catching, swiftly doth forsake him,
With her the horse, and left Adonis there:

As they were mad, unto the wood they hie them,
Out-stripping crows that strive to over-fly them.


All swoln with chafing down Adonis sits,
Banning his boisterous and unruly beast:
And now the happy season once more fits,
That love-sick Love by pleading may be blest;
For lovers say, the heart hath treble wrong
When it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue.

An oven that is stopp'd, or river stay'd,
Burneth more hotly, swelleth with more rage:
So of concealed sorrow may be said;
Free vent of words love's fire doth assuage;
But when the heart's attorney once is mute,
The client breaks, as desperate in his suit.

He sees her coming, and begins to glow,
Even as a dying coal revives with wind,
And with his bonnet hides his angry brow;
ooks on the dull earth with disturbed mind;
Taking no notice that she is so nigh,
For all askance he holds her in his eye.

, what a sight it was, wistly to view
[ow she came stealing to the wayward boy!
o note the fighting conflict of her hue,
How white and red each other did destroy !
But now her cheek was pale, and by and by
It flash'd forth fire, as lightning from the sky.

ow was she just before him as he sat,
nd like a lowly lover down she kneels ;
With one fair hand she heaveth up his hat,
er other tender hand his fair cheek feels:

His tenderer cheek receives her soft hand's print,

As apt as new-fall'n snow takes any dint.

what a war of looks was there between them! er eyes, petitioners, to his eyes suing; is eyes saw her eyes as they had not seen them; er eyes woo'd still, his eyes disdain'd the wooing:

He vails his tail,-] To rail is to sink, to lower. So in "The rchant of Venice," Act I. Sc. I.: "Vailing her high-tops lower n her ribs."

with chafing-] The reading of all the editions before that 1600, which substituted chasing. Banning] That is, cursing.

attorney-] Advocate, pleader.

I And all this dumb play had his acts made plain
With tears, which, chorus-like, her eyes did rain.

Full gently now she takes him by the hand,
A lily prison'd in a gaol of snow,

Or ivory in an alabaster band;

So white a friend engirts so white a foe:
This beauteous combat, wilful and unwilling,
Show'd like two silver doves that sit a-billing.

Once more the engine of her thoughts began:
"O, fairest mover on this mortal round,
Would thou wert as I am, and I a man,
My heart all whole as thine, thy heart my wound;
For one sweet look thy help I would assure thee,
Though nothing but my body's bane would cure

"Give me my hand," saith he, "why dost thou feel it?"

"Give me my heart," saith she, “and thou shalt have it;

O, give it me, lest thy hard heart do steel it,
And being steel'd, soft sighs can never grave it: "
Then love's deep groans I never shall regard,
Because Adonis' heart hath made mine hard."
"For shame," he cries, "let go, and let me go;
My day's delight is past, my horse is gone,
And 't is your fault I am bereft him so;
I pray you hence, and leave me here alone;
For all my mind, my thought, my busy care,
Is how to get my palfrey from the mare."
Thus she replies: "Thy palfrey, as he should,
Welcomes the warm approach of sweet desire:
Affection is a coal that must be cool'd;
Else, suffer'd,h it will set the heart on fire:

The sea hath bounds, but deep desire hath none;
Therefore no marvel though thy horse be gone.

"How like a jade he stood, tied to the tree,
Servilely master'd with a leathern rein!
But when he saw his love, his youth's fair fee,
He held such petty bondage in disdain ;

Throwing the base thong from his bending crest,
Enfranchising his mouth, his back, his breast.

"Who sees his true-love in her naked bed,'
Teaching the sheets a whiter hue than white,
But, when his glutton eye so full hath fed,
His other agents aim at like delight?

Who is so faint that dare not be so bold
To touch the fire, the weather being cold?

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"I know not love," quoth he, "nor will not know it,

Unless it be a boar, and then I chase it;
"T is much to borrow, and I will not owe it;
My love to love is love but to disgrace it ;

For I have heard it is a life in death,

That laughs, that weeps, and all but with a breath.

"Who wears a garment shapeless and unfinish'd? Who plucks the bud before one leaf put forth? If springing things be any jot diminish'd, They wither in their prime, prove nothing worth: The colt that's back'd and burden'd being young,

Loseth his pride, and never waxeth strong.

"You hurt my hand with wringing; let us part, And leave this idle theme, this bootless chat: Remove your siege from my unyielding heart; To love's alarms it will not ope the gate: Dismiss your vows, your feigned tears, your flattery;

For where a heart is hard, they make no battery."

"What! canst thou talk," quoth she, "hast thou

a tongue?

O, would thou hadst not, or I had no hearing! Thy mermaid's voice hath done me double wrong; I had my load before, now press'd with bearing: Melodious discord, heavenly tune harsh-sounding,

Ear's deep-sweet music, and heart's deep-sore wounding.

"Had I no eyes but ears, my ears would love
That inward beauty and invisible;
Or were I deaf, thy outward parts would move
Each part in me that were but sensible:

Though neither eyes nor ears, to hear nor see,
Yet should I be in love by touching thee.

"Say, that the sense of feeling were bereft me,
And that I could not see, nor hear, nor touch,
And nothing but the very smell were left me,
Yet would my love to thee be still as much;

For from the still'tory of thy face excelling Comes breath perfum'd, that breedeth love by smelling.

"But O, what banquet wert thou to the taste,
Being nurse and feeder of the other four!
Would they not wish the feast might ever last,
And bid Suspicion double-lock the door?

Lest Jealousy, that sour unwelcome guest,
Should, by his stealing in, disturb the feast."

Once more the ruby-colour'd portal open'd,
Which to his speech did honey passage yield;

a Thy mermaid's voice-] With our early writers, mermaid and siren were synonymous.

bfoul flaws-] Violent blasts of wind.

cblue windows-] By "windows" are meant eye-lids. So in "Cymbeline," Act II. Sc. 1,

"To see the enclosed lights, now canopied
Under these windows, white, and azure lac'd

Like a red morn, that ever yet betoken'd
Wreck to the seaman, tempest to the field,
Sorrow to shepherds, woe unto the birds,
Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to be

This ill presage advisedly she marketh:
Even as the wind is hush'd before it raineth,
Or as the wolf' doth grin before he barketh,
Or as the berry breaks before it staineth,
Or like the deadly bullet of a gun,
His meaning struck her ere his words bega
And at his look she flatly falleth down,
For looks kill love, and love by looks reviveth
A smile recures the wounding of a frown;
But blessed bankrupt, that by love so thrive
The silly boy, believing she is dead,
Claps her pale cheek, till clapping makes it

And all-amaz'd brake off his late intent,
For sharply did he think to reprehend her,
Which cunning love did wittily prevent:
Fair fall the wit that can so well defend her!
For on the grass she lies as she were slain,
Till his breath breatheth life in her again.

He wrings her nose, he strikes her on the che He bends her fingers, holds her pulses hard He chafes her lips; a thousand ways he seek To mend the hurt that his unkindness marr'd He kisses her; and she, by her good will, Will never rise, so he will kiss her still.


The night of sorrow now is turn'd to day:
Her two blue windows faintly she up-heave
Like the fair sun, when in his fresh array
He cheers the morn, and all the earth relievet!
And as the bright sun glorifies the sky,
So is her face illumin'd with her eye;
Whose beams upon his hairless face are fir'd
As if from thence they borrow'd all their sh
Were never four such lamps together mix'd,
Had not his clouded with his brows' repine:
But hers, which through the crystal tears,


Shone like the moon in water seen by nig

"O, where am I?" quoth she," in earth or hea Or in the ocean drench'd, or in the fire? What hour is this? or morn or weary even! Do I delight to die, or life desire ?

But now I liv'd, and life was death's annoy But now I died, and death was lively joy. "O, thou didst kill me, kill me once again: Thy eyes' shrewd tutor, that hard heart of th Hath taught them scornful tricks, and such


That they have murder'd this poor heart of

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And these mine eyes, true leaders to their queen,

But for thy piteous lips no more had seen.

"Long may they kiss each other, for this cure!
0, never let their crimson liveries wear!
And as they last, their verdure still endure,
To drive infection from the dangerous year!
That the star-gazers, having writ on death,
May say, the plague is banish'd by thy breath.

"Pure lips, sweet seals in my soft lips imprinted,
What bargains may I make, still to be sealing?
To sell myself I can be well contented,
So thou wilt buy, and pay, and use good dealing;
Which purchase if thou make, for fear of slips
Set thy seal-manual on my wax-red lips.

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"Fair queen," quoth he, "if any love you owe me,
Measure my strangeness with my unripe years;
Before I know myself, seek not to know me;
No fisher but the ungrown fry forbears:

The mellow plum doth fall, the green sticks fast,
Or being early pluck'd is sour to taste.

"Look, the world's comforter, with weary gait,
His day's hot task hath ended in the west:
The owl, night's herald, shrieks,-'t is very late;
The sheep are gone to fold, birds to their nest;

And coal-black clouds that shadow heaven's light
Do summon us to part, and bid good night.

"Now let me say 'Good night,' and so say you; If you will say so, you shall have a kiss." "Good night," quoth she; and, ere he says "Adieu,"

The honey fee of parting tender'd is:

Her arms do lend his neck a sweet embrace; Incorporate then they seem; face grows to face; Till, breathless, he disjoin'd, and backward drew The heavenly moisture, that sweet coral mouth, Whose precious taste her thirsty lips well knew, Whereon they surfeit, yet complain on drought: He with her plenty press'd, she faint with dearth,

(Their lips together glu'd,) fall to the earth.

Now quick Desire hath caught the yielding prey,
And glutton-like she feeds, yet never filleth;
Her lips are conquerors, his lips obey,
Paying what ransom the insulter willeth;

To drive infection from the dangerous year!] An allusion to the practice of strewing apartments with strong-scented herbs in the time of the plague, to prevent infection.

bten hundred kisses-] So the edition of 1600; the preceding copies read,-"ten hundred touches."

Say, for non-payment that the debt should double,-] "The

Whose vulture thought doth pitch the price so high,

That she will draw his lips' rich treasure dry.

And having felt the sweetness of the spoil,
With blindfold fury she begins to forage;

Her face doth reek and smoke, her blood doth boil,

And careless lust stirs up a desperate courage; Planting oblivion, beating reason back, Forgetting shame's pure blush and honour's wrack.

Hot, faint, and weary, with her hard embracing, Like a wild bird being tam'd with too much handling,

Or as the fleet-foot roe that's tir'd with chasing,
Or like the froward infant still'd with dandling,
He now obeys, and now no more resisteth,
While she takes all she can, not all she listeth.
What wax so frozen but dissolves with tempering,
And yields at last to every light impression?
Things out of hope are compass'd oft with

Chiefly in love, whose leaved exceeds commission:
Affection faints not like a pale-fac'd coward,
But then woos best when most his choice is

When he did frown, O, had she then gave over,
Such nectar from his lips she had not suck'd.
Foul words and frowns must not repel a lover;
What though the rose have prickles, yet 't is

Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast,
Yet love breaks through, and picks them all at


For pity now she can no more detain him;
The poor fool prays her that he may depart:
She is resolv'd no longer to restrain him;
Bids him farewell, and look well to her heart,

The which, by Cupid's bow she doth protest,
He carries thence incaged in his breast.

"Sweet boy," she says, "this night I'll waste in


For my sick heart commands mine eyes to watch. Tell me, Love's master, shall we meet to-morrow? Say, shall we? shall we? wilt thou make the match!"

He tells her, no; to-morrow he intends

To hunt the boar with certain of his friends.

"The boar!" quoth she; whereat a sudden pale,
Like lawn being spread upon the blushing rose,
Usurps her cheek; she trembles at his tale,
And on his neck her yoking arms she throws:
She sinketh down, still hanging by his neck,
He on her belly falls, she on her back.

poet was thinking of a conditional bond's becoming forfeited for non-payment; in which case, the entire penalty (usually the double of the principal sum lent by the obligee) was formerly recoverable at law."-MALONE.

d-leave-] "Leave" here means licence.

Now is she in the very lists of love,

Her champion mounted for the hot encounter:
All is imaginary she doth prove,

He will not manage her, although he mount her;
That worse than Tantalus' is her annoy,
To clip Elysium, and to lack her joy.

Even as poor birds, deceiv'd with painted grapes,a
Do surfeit by the eye and pine the maw,
Even so she languisheth in her mishaps,
As those poor birds that helpless berries saw.
The warm effects which she in him finds missing,
She seeks to kindle with continual kissing.

But all in vain; good queen, it will not be:
She hath assay'd as much as may be prov'd;
Her pleading hath deserv'd a greater fee;
She's Love, she loves, and yet she is not lov'd.
"Fie, fie," he says, "you crush me; let me go;
You have no reason to withhold me so."

"Thou hadst been gone," quoth she, "sweet boy, ere this,

But that thou told'st me thou wouldst hunt the boar.

O, be advis'd! thou know'st not what it is
With javelin's point a churlish swine to gore,

Whose tushes never-sheath'd he whetteth still,
Like to a mortal° butcher, bent to kill.

"On his bow-back he hath a battle set
Of bristly pikes, that ever threat his foes;
His eyes like glow-worms shine when he doth fret:
His snout digs sepulchres where'er he goes;

Being mov'd, he strikes whate'er is in his way,
And whom he strikes his cruel tushes slay.

"His brawny sides, with hairy bristles arm'd,
Are better proof than thy spear's point can enter;
His short thick neck cannot be easily harm'd;
Being ireful on the lion he will venture:

The thorny brambles and embracing bushes,
As fearful of him, part; through whom he


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When thou didst name the boar, not to b semble,

I fear'd thy fortune, and my joints did tra

"Didst thou not mark my face? was it not t Saw'st thou not signs of fear lurk in mine e Grew I not faint? and fell I not downright! Within my bosom, whereon thou dost lie,

My boding heart pants, beats, and takes But, like an earthquake, shakes thee a breast.

"For where Love reigns, disturbing Jealousy Doth call himself Affection's sentinel; Gives false alarms, suggesteth mutiny, And in a peaceful hour doth cry, 'Kill, kil;" Distempering gentle Love in his desire, As air and water do abate the fire. "This sour informer, this bate-breeding sp This canker that eats up Love's tender spring This carry-tale, dissentious Jealousy, That sometime true news, sometime false st bring,

Knocks at my heart, and whispers in mice That if I love thee, I thy death should fear

"And more than so, presenteth to mine eye The picture of an angry-chafing boar, Under whose sharp fangs on his back doth le An image like thyself, all stain'd with gore;

Whose blood upon the fresh flowers being Doth make them droop with grief and bang head.

"What should I do, seeing thee so indeed,
That tremble at the imagination?
The thought of it doth make my faint heart
And fear doth teach it divination:

I prophesy thy death, my living sorrow,
If thou encounter with the boar to-morr

"But if thou needs will hunt, be rul'd by Uncouple at the timorous flying hare, Or at the fox, which lives by subtlety, Or at the roe, which no encounter dare:

Pursue these fearful creatures o'er the dor And on thy well-breath'd horse keep wit hounds.

"And when thou hast on foot the purblind Mark the poor wretch, to overshoot his tre How he outruns the wind, and with what He cranks and crosses with a thousand do.. The many musits through the which beg Are like a labyrinth to amaze his foes.

(*) Old text, overshut. "The tender spring upon thy tempting lip," and in "Lucrece,"

"Unruly blasts wait on the tender spring," means a young shoot, sprig, or budding.

g-musits-] A musit, or muset, is a gap in a hedge the place where she [the hare] sitteth, her form; the pla which she goes to relief, her musit."—" Gentleman's A 1595.

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