The plant-lore & garden-craft of Shakespeare — John Shaqi
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
_Midsummer Night's Dream_, act ii, sc. 1 (47).
(11) _Fool._
Shal't see thy other daughter will use thee kindly; for though
she's as like this as a Crab's like an Apple, yet I can tell
what I can tell.
_Lear._
Why, what can'st thou tell, my boy?
_Fool._
She will taste as like this as a Crab does to a Crab.
_King Lear_, act i, sc. 5 (14).
(12) _Caliban._
I prithee, let me bring thee where Crabs grow.
_Tempest_, act ii, sc. 2 (171).
(13) _Petruchio._
Nay, come, Kate, come, you must not look so sour.
_Katherine._
It is my fashion, when I see a Crab.
_Petruchio._
Why, here's no Crab, and therefore look not sour.
_Taming of the Shrew_, act ii, sc. 1 (229).
(14) _Menonius._
We have some old Crab-trees here at home that will not
Be grafted to your relish.
_Coriolanus_, act ii, sc. 1 (205).
(15) _Suffolk._
Noble stock
Was graft with Crab-tree slip.
_2nd Henry VI_, act iii, sc. 2 (213).
(16) _Porter._
Fetch me a dozen Crab-tree staves, and strong ones.
_Henry VIII_, act v, sc. 4 (7).
(17) _Falstaff._
My skin hangs about me like an old lady's loose gown; I am
withered like an old Apple-john.
_1st Henry IV_, act iii, sc. 3 (3).
(18) _1st Drawer._
What the devil hast thou brought there? Apple-johns? Thou
knowest Sir John cannot endure an Apple-john.
_2nd Drawer._
Mass! thou sayest true; the prince once set a dish of
Apple-johns before him, and told him there were five more
Sir Johns; and putting off his hat, said, I will now take my
leave of these six dry, round, old, withered knights.
_2nd Henry IV_, act ii, sc. 4 (1).
(19) _Shallow._
Nay, you shall see my orchard, where, in an arbour, we will
eat a last year's Pippin of my own graffing, with a dish of
Caraways, and so forth.
* * * * *
_Davey._
There's a dish of Leather-coats for you.
_Ibid._, act v, sc. 3 (1, 44).
(20) _Evans._
I pray you be gone; I will make an end of my dinner. There's
Pippins and cheese to come.
_Merry Wives of Windsor_, act i, sc. 2 (11).
(21) _Holofernes._
The deer was, as you know, _sanguis_, in blood; ripe as the
Pomewater, who now hangeth like a jewel in the ear of
_cœlo_--the sky, the welkin, the heaven; and anon falleth
like a Crab on the face of _terra_--the soil, the land, the
earth.
_Love's Labour's Lost_, act iv, sc. 2 (3).
(22) _Mercutio._
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