_Winter's Tale_, act iv, sc. 4 (73). (2) _Bawd._ Marry, come up, my dish of chastity with Rosemary and bays. _Pericles_, act iv, sc. 6 (159). (3) _Edgar._ Bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare arms Pins, wooden pricks, and sprigs of Rosemary. _Lear_, act ii, sc. 3 (14). (4) _Ophelia._ There's Rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray, love, remember. _Hamlet_, act iv, sc. 5 (175). (5) _Nurse._ Doth not Rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter? _Romeo._ Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R. _Nurse._ Ah, mocker! that's the dog's name; R is for the ----. No; I know it begins with some other letter:--and she hath the prettiest sententious of it, of you and Rosemary, that it would do you good to hear it. _Romeo and Juliet_, act ii, sc. 4 (219). (6) _Friar._ Dry up your tears, and stick your Rosemary On this fair corse. _Ibid._, act iv, sc. 5 (79). The Rosemary is not a native of Britain, but of the sea-coast of the South of Europe, where it is very abundant. It was very early introduced into England, and is mentioned in an Anglo-Saxon Herbarium under its Latin name of Ros marinus, and is there translated by Bothen, _i.e._ Thyme; also in an Anglo-Saxon Vocabulary of the eleventh century, where it is translated Feld-madder and Sun-dew. In these places our present plant may or may not be meant, but there is no doubt that it is the one referred to in an ancient English poem of the fourteenth century, on the virtues of herbs, published in Wright and Halliwell's "Reliquiæ Antiquæ." The account of "The Gloriouse Rosemaryne" is long, but the beginning and ending are worth quoting-- "This herbe is callit Rosemaryn Of vertu that is gode and fyne; But alle the vertues tell I ne cane, No I trawe no erthely man. * * * * * Of thys herbe telles Galiene That in hys contree was a quene, Gowtus and Crokyt as he hath tolde, And eke sexty yere olde; Sor and febyl, where men hyr sey Scho semyth wel for to dey; Of Rosmaryn scho toke sex pow̄de, And grownde hyt wel in a stownde, And bathed hir threyes everi day, Nine mowthes, as I herde say, And afterwarde anoynitte wel hyr hede With good bame as I rede; Away fel alle that olde flessche, And yow̄ge i-sprong tender and nessche; So fresshe to be scho then began Scho coveytede couplede be to man." (Vol. i, 196).