Act I, Scene 9

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• Shakespeare. Fair was the morn when the fair queen of love,
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  Paler for sorrow than her milk-white dove, 120
  For Adon's sake, a youngster proud and wild;
  Her stand she takes upon a steep-up hill:
  Anon Adonis comes with horn and hounds;
  She, silly queen, with more than love's good will,
  Forbade the boy he should not pass those grounds: 125
  'Once,' quoth she, 'did I see a fair sweet youth
  Here in these brakes deep-wounded with a boar,
  Deep in the thigh, a spectacle of ruth!
  See, in my thigh,' quoth she, 'here was the sore.'
  She showed hers: he saw more wounds than one, 130
  And blushing fled, and left her all alone.