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
They say, that they have measured many miles
To tread a measure with her on the Grass.
_Love's Labour's Lost_, act v, sc. 2 (184).
(6) _Clown._
I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, sir, I have not much skill in
Grass.
_All's Well that Ends Well_, act iv, sc. 5 (21).
(7) _Luciana._
If thou art changed to aught, 'tis to an ass.
_Dromio of Syracuse._
'Tis true; she rides me, and I long for Grass.
_Comedy of Errors_, act ii, sc. 2 (201).
(8) _Bolingbroke._
Here we march
Upon the Grassy carpet of the plain.
_Richard II_, act iii, sc. 3 (49).
(9) _King Richard._
And bedew
Her pasture's Grass with faithful English blood.
_Ibid._ (100).
(10) _Ely._
Grew like the summer Grass, fastest by night,
Unseen, yet crescive in his faculty.
_Henry V_, act i, sc. 1 (65).
(11) _King Henry._
Mowing like Grass
Your fresh-fair virgins and your flowering infants.
_Ibid._, act iii, sc. 3 (13).
(12) _Grandpre._
And in their pale dull mouths the gimmal bit
Lies foul with chew'd Grass, still and motionless.
_Henry V_, act iv, sc. 2 (49).
(13) _Suffolk._
Though standing naked on a mountain top
Where biting cold would never let Grass grow.
_2nd Henry VI_, act iii, sc. 2 (336).
(14) _Cade._
All the realm shall be in common; and in Cheapside shall my
palfrey go to Grass.
_Ibid._, act iv, sc. 2 (74).
(15) _Cade._
Wherefore on a brick wall have I climbed into this garden, to
see if I can eat Grass or pick a Sallet another while, which
is not amiss to cool a man's stomach this hot weather.
_Ibid._, act iv, sc. 10 (7).
(16) _Cade._
If I do not leave you all as dead as a door-nail, I pray God I
may never eat Grass more.
_Ibid._ (42).
(17) _1st Bandit._
We cannot live on Grass, on berries, water,
As beasts and birds and fishes.
_Timon of Athens_, act iv, sc. 3 (425).
(18) _Saturninus._
These tidings nip me, and I hang the head
As Flowers with frost or Grass beat down with storms.
_Titus Andronicus_, act iv, sc. 4 (70).
(19) _Hamlet._
Ay but, sir, "while the Grass grows"--the proverb is something
musty.
_Hamlet_, act iii, sc. 2 (358).
(20) _Ophelia._
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