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
When shepherds pipe on Oaten straws.
_Love's Labour's Lost_, act v, sc. 2 (913).
(3) _Bottom._
Truly a peck of provender; I could munch your good dry Oats.
_Midsummer Night's Dream_, act iv, sc. 1 (35).
(4) _Grumio._
Ay, sir, they be ready; the Oats have eaten the horses.
_Taming of the Shrew_, act iii, sc. 2 (207).
(5) _First Carrier._
Poor fellow, never joyed since the price of Oats rose--it was
the death of him.
_1st Henry IV_, act ii, sc. 1 (13).
(6) _Captain._
I cannot draw a cart, nor eat dried Oats,
If it be man's work, I'll do it.
_King Lear_, act v, sc. 3 (38).
Shakespeare's Oats need no comment, except to note that the older
English name for Oats was Haver (_see_ "Promptorium Parvulorum," p. 372;
and "Catholicon Anglicum," p. 178, with the notes). The word was in use
in Shakespeare's time, and still survives in the northern parts of
England.
OLIVE.
(1) _Clarence._
To whom the heavens in thy nativity
Adjudged an Olive branch.
_3rd Henry VI_, act iv, sc. 6 (33).
(_See_ LAUREL.)
(2) _Alcibiades._
Bring me into your city,
And I will use the Olive with my sword.
_Timon of Athens_, act v, sc. 4 (81).
(3) _Cæsar._
Prove this a prosperous day, the three-nook'd world
Shall bear the Olive freely.
_Antony and Cleopatra_, act iv, sc. 6 (5).
(4) _Rosalind._
If you will know my house
'Tis at the tuft of Olives here hard by.
_As You Like It_, act iii, sc. 5 (74).
(5) _Oliver._
Where, in the purlieus of this forest stands
A sheepcote fenced about with Olive trees?
_Ibid._, act iv, sc. 3 (77).
(6) _Viola._
I bring no overture of war, no taxation of homage; I hold the
Olive in my hand; my words are as full of peace as matter.
_Twelfth Night_, act i, sc. 5 (224).
(7) _Westmoreland._
There is not now a rebel's sword unsheath'd,
But peace puts forth her Olive everywhere.
_2nd Henry IV_, act iv, sc. 4 (86).
(8)
And peace proclaims Olives of endless age.
_Sonnet_ cvii.
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