_Titus Andronicus_, act ii, sc. 3 (123). (15) _Marcus._ O, let me teach you how to knit again This scattered Corn into one mutual sheaf. _Ibid._, act v, sc. 3 (70). (16) _Pericles._ Our ships are stored with Corn to make your needy bread. _Pericles_, act i, sc. 4 (95). (17) _Cleon._ Your grace that fed my country with your Corn. _Ibid._, act iii, sc. 3 (18). (18) _Menenius._ For Corn at their own rates. _Coriolanus_, act i, sc. 1 (193). _Marcus._ The gods sent not Corn for the rich men only. _Ibid._ (211). _Marcus._ The Volsces have much Corn. _Ibid._ (253). _Citizen._ We stood up about the Corn. _Ibid._, act ii, sc. 3 (16). _Brutus._ Corn was given them gratis. _Ibid._, act iii, sc. 1 (43). _Coriolanus._ Tell me of Corn! _Ibid._ (61). The Corn of the storehouse gratis. _Ibid._ (125). The Corn was not our recompense. _Ibid._ (120). This kind of service Did not deserve Corn gratis. _Coriolanus_, act iii, sc. 1 (124). (19) _Cranmer._ I am right glad to catch this good occasion Most thoroughly to be winnow'd, where my chaff And Corn shall fly asunder. _Henry VIII_, act v, sc. 1 (110). (20) _Cranmer._ Her foes shake like a field of beaten Corn And hang their heads with sorrow. _Ibid._, act v, sc. 4 (32). (21) _K. Richard._ We'll make foul weather with despised tears; Our sighs and they shall lodge the summer Corn. _Richard II_, act iii, sc. 3 (161). (22) _Arcite._ And run Swifter then winde upon a field of Corne (Curling the wealthy eares) never flew. _Two Noble Kinsmen_, act ii, sc. 3 (91). (23) As Corn o'ergrown by weeds, so heedful fear Is almost choked by unresisted lust. _Lucrece_ (281). I have made these quotations as short as possible. They could not be omitted, but they require no comment. COWSLIP. (1) _Burgundy._ The even mead that erst brought sweetly forth The freckled Cowslip, Burnet, and green Clover. _Henry V_, act v, sc. 2 (48). (2) _Queen._