nus and adonis(维纳斯和阿多尼斯)-第5章
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now no more resisteth; While she takes all she can; not all she listeth。
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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
venturing; Chiefly in love; whose leave exceeds commission:
Affection faints not like a pale…fac'd coward; But then woos best
when most his choice is froward。
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 'tis pluck'd: Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast;
Yet love breaks through and picks them all at last。
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 sorrow; 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 cheeks; 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。
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; 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
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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 crooked 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 rushes。
'Alas! he nought esteems that face of thine; To which Love's eyes pay
tributary gazes;
Nor thy soft hands; sweet lips; and crystal eyne; Whose full
perfection all the world amazes; But having thee at vantage; wondrous
dread! Would root these beauties as he roots the mead。
'O! let him keep his loathsome cabin still;
Beauty hath nought to do with such foul fiends: Come not within his
danger by thy will; They that thrive well take counsel of their friends。
When thou didst name the boar; not to dissemble; I fear'd thy fortune; and
my joints did tremble。
'Didst thou not mark my face? was it not white? Saw'st thou not signs
of fear lurk in mine eye?
Grew I not faint? And fell I not downright? Within my bosom;
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whereon thou dost lie; My boding heart pants; beats; and takes no rest; But;
like an earthquake; shakes thee on my 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; kill!〃
Distempering gentle Love in his desire; As air and water do abate the
fire。
'This sour informer; this bate…breeding spy; This canker that eats up
Love's tender spring;
This carry…tale; dissentious Jealousy; That sometime true news;
sometime false doth bring; Knocks at my heart; and whispers in mine ear
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 lie An image like
thyself; all stain'd with gore;
Whose blood upon the fresh flowers being shed Doth make them
droop with grief and hang the head。
'What should I do; seeing thee so indeed; That tremble at the
imagination?
The thought of it doth make my faint heart bleed; And fear doth teach
it divination: I prophesy thy death; my living sorrow; If thou encounter
with the boar to…morrow。
'But if thou needs wilt hunt; be rul'd by me; Uncouple at the timorous
flying hare; Or at the fox which lives by subtilty; Or at the roe which no
encounter dare:
Pursue these fearful creatures o'er the downs; And on thy well…
breath'd horse keep with thy hound。
'And when thou hast on foot the purblind hare; Mark the poor wretch;
to overshoot his troubles
How he outruns the winds; and with what care He cranks and crosses
with a thousand doubles: The many musits through the which he goes Are
like a labyrinth to amaze his foes。
'Sometime he runs among a flock of sheep; To make the cunning
hounds mistake their smell; And sometime where earth…delving conies
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keep; To stop the loud pursuers in their yell;
And sometime sorteth with a herd of deer; Danger deviseth shifts; wit
waits on fear:
'For there his smell with others being mingled;
The hot scent…snuffing hounds are driven to doubt; Ceasing their
clamorous cry till they have singled With much ado the cold fault cleanly
out; Then do they spend their mouths: Echo replies; As if another chase
were in the skies。
'By this; poor Wat; far off upon a hill; Stands on his hinder legs with
listening ear; To hearken if his foes pursue him still: Anon their loud
alarums he doth hear;
And now his grief may be compared well To one sore sick that hears
the passing bell。
'Then shalt thou see the dew…bedabbled wretch Turn; and return;
indenting with the way;
Each envious briar his weary legs doth scratch; Each shadow makes
him stop; each murmur stay: For misery is trodden on by many; And being
low never reliev'd by any。
'Lie quietly; and hear a little more; Nay; do not struggle; for thou shalt
not rise: To make thee hate the hunting of the boar; Unlike myself thou
hear'st me moralize;