On the issue of the nature of the spirit of adoption
Note: given Chapman’s muse sings so that Marlowe’s verses will breathe abroad more agreeable and thriving as Walsingham’s foster child than if under any other foster countenance whatsoever, as is indicated in “The Epistle Dedicatorie” written by Edward Blunt, See the Folger Library Facsimile of a 1598 Edition of “Hero and Leander” by Marlowe, and given Leander is drowned by the fates with malice aforethought, followed by Hero’s willful suicide, does that not reflect upon the nature of the spirit of adoption when Marlowe’s poem becomes Walsingham’s foster child?
as you like it update
[B]Briefly, as you like it made more agreeable gives the lie.
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Phoebe's 180 degree seachange on same issue
[B][/Phoebe goes from rant speech:
I would not be thy executioner:
I fly thee, for I would not injure thee.
Thou tell'st me there is murder in mine eye: 
'Tis pretty, sure, and very probable,
That eyes, that are the frail'st and softest things,
Who shut their coward gates on atomies,
Should be call'd tyrants, butchers, murderers!
Now I do frown on thee with all my heart; 
And if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill thee:
Now counterfeit to swoon; why now fall down;
Or if thou canst not, O, for shame, for shame,
Lie not, to say mine eyes are murderers!
Now show the wound mine eye hath made in thee: 
Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains
Some scar of it; lean but upon a rush,
The cicatrice and capable impressure
Thy palm some moment keeps; but now mine eyes,
Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not, 
Nor, I am sure, there is no force in eyes
That can do hurt.
to her taunting letter,
Art thou god to shepherd turn'd,
That a maiden's heart hath burn'd?
Can a woman rail thus?
Why, thy godhead laid apart,
Warr'st thou with a woman's heart? 
Did you ever hear such railing?
Whiles the eye of man did woo me,
That could do no vengeance to me.
Meaning me a beast.
If the scorn of your bright eyne 
Have power to raise such love in mine,
Alack, in me what strange effect
Would they work in mild aspect!
Whiles you chid me, I did love;
How then might your prayers move! 
He that brings this love to thee
Little knows this love in me:
And by him seal up thy mind;
Whether that thy youth and kind
Will the faithful offer take 
Of me and all that I can make;
Or else by him my love deny,
And then I'll study how to die.
with aside in between,
Dead Shepherd, now I find thy saw of might,
'Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?'
In both her rant and her letter we are given her understanding of Marlowe's verses
[B]In both her rant and in her letter we may hear reflections upon her understanding of Marlowe's verses. In between, in her aside, she registers the cause of her change in her understanding of Marlowe's verses. That is in her aside, that follows her being scorned by Ganymede, she tells us:
Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might, "Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?"
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