ADONIS Give me my hand . . . why dost thou feel it? VENUS Give me my heart, . . . and thou shalt have it. ADONIS For shame, . . . let go, and let me go I pray you hence, and leave me here alone. VENUS Affection is a coal that must be cooled else, suffered, it will set the heart on fire. The sea hath bounds, but deep desire hath none. O, learn to love the lesson is but plain, and once made perfect, never lost again. ADONIS I know not love, . . . nor will not know it, unless it be a boar, and then I chase it. You hurt my hand with wringing let us part."