Page 2240 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

Red cheeks and fiery eyes blaze forth her wrong;
Being judge in love, she cannot right her cause. [220]
And now she weeps, and now she fain would speak,
And now her sobs do her intendments break.

Sometime she shakes her head, and then his hand,

Now gazeth she on him, now on the ground.
Sometime her arms infold him like a band: [225]
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, [230]
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, [235]
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». [240]

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, [245]

Why there love lived, and there he could not die.

These lovely caves, these round enchanting pits,
Open’d their mouths to swallow Venus’ liking:
Being mad before, how doth she now for wits?
Struck dead before, what needs a second striking? [250]