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- # II. 979—1002
## Overview
This section, titled "II. 979—1002," is part of a larger chapter titled "[VENVS AND ADONIS.](arke:01KG6S4EKY2NN9C1PGK59TDRWY)". It contains lines of text from page 132 of the source document, spanning line numbers 2841 to 2875. The section was extracted from the file "[pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA)" and is part of the collection "[PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y)".
## Context
This section is a segment of the poem "Venus and Adonis." It follows the section "[II. 955—978](arke:01KG6S5KEXKZNV05NM1EJ65TMR)" and precedes the section "[II. 1003—1026](arke:01KG6S5M03YVN7YHWFGRNM20X0)". The text appears to be a continuation of the narrative within the poem.
## Contents
The content of this section consists of poetic verses, likely from Shakespeare's "Venus and Adonis." The text includes dialogue and narration related to the characters Venus and Adonis, discussing themes of love, fear, and beauty. The verses are presented in a rhyming couplet structure, characteristic of Elizabethan poetry.
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# VENYS AND ADONIS.
Tis not my fault, the Bore prouok't my tong,
Be wreak't on him (invisible commaunder)
T'is he foule creature, that hath done thee wrong,
I did but ačt, he's author of thy flaunder.
Greefe hath two tongues, and neuer woman yet,
Could rule them both, without ten womens wit.
Thus hoping that Adonis is aliue,
Her, rash suspect she doth extenuate;
And that his beautie may the better thriue,
V Vith death she humbly doth insinuate.
Tels him of trophies, statues, tombes, and stories,
His victories, his triumphs, and his glories.
O loue quoth she, how much a foole was I,
To be of such a weake and fillie mind,
To waile his death who liues, and must not die,
Till mutual our throw of mortall kind?
For he being dead, with him is beautie flaine,
And beautie dead, blacke Chaos comes againe.
Fy, fy, fond loue, thou art as full offeare,
As one with treasure laden, hem'd with theeues,
Trifles vnwitnessed with eye, or eare,
Thy coward heart with false, bethinking grecues.
Euen at this word she heares a merry borne,
V Vhercat she leaps, that was but late forlorne.
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