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
Make me a Willow cabin at your gate.
_Twelfth Night_, act i, sc. 5 (287).
(2) _Benedick._
Come, will you go with me?
_Claudio._
Whither?
_Benedick._
Even to the next Willow, about your own business.
_Much Ado About Nothing_, act ii, sc. 1 (192).
_Benedick._
I offered him my company to a Willow tree, either to make him
a garland, as being forsaken, or to bind him up a rod, as
being worthy to be whipped.
_Ibid._ (223).
(3) _Nathaniel._
These thoughts to me were Oaks, to thee like Osiers bow'd.
_Love's Labour's Lost_, act iv, sc. 2 (112).
(4) _Lorenzo._
In such a night
Stood Dido, with a Willow in her hand,
Upon the wild sea-banks.
_Merchant of Venice_, act v, sc. 1 (9).
(5) _Bona._
Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly,
I'll wear the Willow garland for his sake.
_3d Henry VI_, act iii, sc. 3 (227).
_Post._
[The same words repeated.]
_Ibid._, act iv, sc. 1 (99).
(6) _Queen._
There is a Willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream.
There on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke.
_Hamlet_, act iv, sc. 7 (167).
(7) _Desdemona_ (singing)--
The poor soul sat sighing by a Sycamore tree.
Sing all a green Willow;
Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
Sing Willow, Willow, Willow.
The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her moans;
Sing Willow, Willow, Willow.
Her salt tears fell from her and soften'd the stones,
Sing Willow, Willow, Willow.
Sing all a green Willow must be my garland.
_Othello_, act iv, sc. 3 (41).
(8) _Emilia._
I will play the swan,
And die in music. [_Singing_] Willow, Willow, Willow.
_Ibid._, act v, sc. 2 (247).
(9) _Wooer._
Then she sang
Nothing but Willow, Willow, Willow.
_Two Noble Kinsmen_, act iv, sc. 1 (100).
(10) _Friar._
I must up-fill this Willow cage of ours
With baleful Weeds and precious juiced Flowers.
_Romeo and Juliet_, act ii, sc. 3 (7).
(11) _Celia._
West of this place, down in the neighbour bottom;
The rank of Osiers by the murmuring stream
Left on your right hand, brings you to the place.
_As You Like It_, act iv, sc. 3 (79).
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