The plant-lore & garden-craft of ShakespeareEllacombe, Henry Nicholson
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The plant-lore & garden-craft of Shakespeare
Ellacombe, Henry Nicholson
Gardens in literature; Plants in literature; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 -- Knowledge -- Botany
"And trees ther were gret foisoun,
That beren notes in her sesoun.
Such as men Notemygges calle
That swote of savour ben withalle."
_Romaunt of the Rose._
The Nutmeg tree (_Myrista officinalis_) "is a native of the Molucca or
Spice Islands, principally confined to that group denominated the
Islands of Banda, lying in lat. 4° 30´ south; and there it bears both
blossom and fruit at all seasons of the year" ("Bot. Mag.," 2756, with a
full history of the spice, and plates of the tree and fruit).
OAK.
(1) _Prospero._
If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an Oak,
And peg thee in his knotty entrails,
_Tempest_, act i, sc. 2 (294).
(2) _Prospero._
To the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout Oak
With his own bolt.
_Ibid._, act v, sc. 1 (44).
(3) _Quince._
At the Duke's Oak we meet.
_Midsummer Night's Dream_, act i, sc. 2 (113).
(4) _Benedick._
An Oak with but one green leaf on it would have answered her.
_Much Ado About Nothing_, act ii, sc. 1 (247).
(5) _Isabella._
Thou split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled Oak.
_Measure for Measure_, act ii, sc. 2 (114).
(_See_ MYRTLE.)
(6) _1st Lord._
He lay along
Under an Oak, whose antique root peeps out
Upon the brook that brawls along this wood.
_As You Like It_, act ii, sc. 1 (30).
(7) _Oliver._
Under an Oak, whose boughs were Mossed with age,
And high top bald with dry antiquity.
_Ibid._, act iv, sc. 3 (156).
(8) _Paulina._
As ever Oak or stone was sound.
_Winter's Tale_, act ii, sc. 3 (89).
(9) _Messenger._
And many strokes, though with a little axe,
Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd Oak.
_3rd Henry VI_, act ii, sc. 1 (54).
(10) _Mrs. Page._
There is an old tale goes that Herne the Hunter,
Sometime a keeper here in Windsor Forest,
Doth all the winter time at still midnight
Walk round about an Oak, with great ragg'd horns.
* * * * *
_Page._
Why yet there want not many that do fear
In deep of night to walk by this Herne's Oak.
* * * * *
_Mrs. Ford._
That Falstaff at that Oak shall meet with us.
_Merry Wives of Windsor_, act iv, sc. 4 (28).
_Fenton._
To night at Herne's Oak.
_Merry Wives of Windsor_, act iv, sc. 6 (19).
_Falstaff._
Be you in the park about midnight at Herne's Oak, and you
shall see wonders.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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