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- # Section ll. 1027—1050
## Overview
This section, labeled "ll. 1027—1050," is a segment of a larger work, likely a poem or play, extracted from a file named [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA). It is part of the chapter titled "[VENVS AND ADONIS.](arke:01KG6S4EKY2NN9C1PGK59TDRWY)" and belongs to the collection "[PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y)". The text within this section appears to be a dramatic and emotional passage describing the grief of Venus over the wounded Adonis.
## Context
This section is situated within the chapter "[VENVS AND ADONIS.](arke:01KG6S4EKY2NN9C1PGK59TDRWY)", suggesting it is part of a narrative or poetic work focusing on these mythological figures. It follows the section "[II. 1003—1026](arke:01KG6S5M03YVN7YHWFGRNM20X0)" and precedes "[II. 1051—1074](arke:01KG6S5M00P4EKVRGK900BJAZ5)", indicating its sequential placement within the larger text. The extraction process occurred on January 30, 2026.
## Contents
The text of this section details Venus's reaction to Adonis's wound. It describes her sorrow, her perception of the wound, and her emotional distress. The passage includes vivid imagery, such as "purple tears that his wound wept," and metaphors comparing her grief to physical ailments like "eyes are mad" and "heart to lead." The language suggests a lamentation, with Venus expressing her profound sorrow and disbelief at Adonis's suffering. The inclusion of a page marker, "[Page 134](arke:01KG6QCCYF7DZFBVE17CADHZEW)", indicates its original pagination.
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# VENVS AND ADONIS.
And being opend, threw unwilling light,
Vpon the wide wound, that the boare had trencht
In his soft flanke, whose wonted lillie white
V Vith purple tears that his wound wept, had drecht.
No floure was nigh, no graffe, hearb, leaf, or weed,
But ftole his blood, and feemd with him to bleed.
This solemne sympathie, poore Venus noteth,
Ouer one shoulder doth she hang her head,
Dumblie she passions, frantikely she doteth,
She thinkes he could not die, he is not dead,
Her voice is stopt, her ioynts forget to bow,
Her eyes are mad, that they haue wept till now.
Vpon his hurt she looks so stedfastly,
That her sight dazling, makes the wound seem three,
And then she reprehends her mangling eye,
That makes more gashes, where no breach shuld be:
His face seems twain, ech seuerall lim is doubled,
For oft the eye mistakes, the brain being troubled
My tongue cannot express my griefe for one,
And yet (quoth she) behold two Adons dead,
My sighes are blown away, my salt teares gone,
Mine eyes are turn'd to fire, my heart to lead,
Heauie hearts lead melt at mine eyes red fire,
So shall I die by drops of hot desire.
G iij
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