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- # II. 427—450
## Overview
This section, labeled "II. 427—450," comprises lines 427-450 of the poem "VENVS AND ADONIS." It was extracted from a plain text file, [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA), on January 30, 2026, as part of the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection.
## Context
The section is an integral part of the larger chapter titled [VENVS AND ADONIS.](arke:01KG6S4EKY2NN9C1PGK59TDRWY). It follows the section [ll. 403—426](arke:01KG6S5JA2E9PJ9CBBV6HWPZ7Y) and precedes the section [II. 451—474](arke:01KG6S5JA2WEXQDYVFXW3J5XYD), maintaining the sequential flow of the poem.
## Contents
The text describes Venus's reaction to Adonis's speech, likening his opening "rubi-colourd portall" to a "red morne that euer yet betokend, / V V racke to the fca-man, tempest to the field." Venus perceives his words as an "ill prefigue," comparing his demeanor to a hushed wind before rain or a wolf's grin before barking. The section culminates with Venus falling down at his look, leading Adonis to believe she is dead, and his subsequent attempt to revive her.
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# VENYS AND ADONIS.
Once more the rubi-colourd portall opend,
V V hich to his speech did honie paffage yeeld,
Like a red morne that euer yet betokend,
V V racke to the fca-man, tempest to the field:
Sorrow to shepherds, wo vnto the birds,
Guts, and foule flawes, to heardmen, & to herds.
This ill prefigue aduitedly the marketh,
Euen as the wind is hufht before it raineth:
Or as the wolfe doth grin before he barketh:
Or as the berrie breakes before it ftaineth:
Or like the deadly bullet of a gun:
His meaning ftrucke her ere his words begun.
And at his looke the flatly falleth downe,
For lookes kill loue, and loue by lookes reuiueth,
A fmile recutes the wounding of a frowne,
But bleffed bankrout that by loue fo thriueth.
The fillie boy befeuing the is dead,
Claps her pale cheeke, till clapping makes it red.
And all amaz'd, brake off his late intent,
For fharply he did thinke to reprehend her,
V V hich cunning loue did wittily preuent,
Faire-fall the wit that can fo well defend her:
For on the graffe the lyes as the were flaine,
Till his breath breatheth life in her againe.
He
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