THE GARDEN-CRAFT OF SHAKESPEARE 375 
By bud of nobler race : this is an art 
Which does mend nature, change it rather, but 
The art itself is nature. 
Perdita. So it is. 
Polixenes. Then make your garden rich in Gillyvors, 
And do not call them bastards. 
Perdiia. I’ll not put 
The dibble in the earth to set one slip of them. 
Winter's Tale , iv. 4, 81. 
The various ways of propagating plants by grafts, cuttings, 
slips, and artificial impregnation (all mentioned in the above 
passages), as used in Shakespeare’s day, seem to have been 
exactly like those of our own time, and so they need no further 
comment. 
v.—(Barbcii Enemies. 
A. Weeds. 
(1) How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable 
Seem to me all the uses of this world ! 
Fye on it, ah fye ! ’tis an unweeded garden 
That grows to seed ; things rank and gross in nature 
Possess it merely.— Hamlet, i. 2, 133. 
(2) Such withered herbs as these 
Are meet for plucking up.— Titus Andronicus, iii. 1, 178. 
(3) Grandam, one night, as we did sit at supper, 
My Uncle Rivers talk’d how I did grow 
More than my brother. “Ay,” quoth my Uncle Glo’ster, 
“ Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace ; ” 
And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast, 
Because sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste. 
Richard III , ii. 4, 10. 
(4) Now ’tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted ; 
Suffer them now, and they’ll o’ergrow the garden, 
And choke the herbs for want of husbandry. 
2nd Henry VI, iii. 1, 31. 
(5) Unruly blasts wait on the tender spring, 
Unwholesome weeds take root with precious flowers. 
Lucrece , 869. 
(6 Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds. 
2 nd Henry VI, iv. 4, 54. 
