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SHAKESPEARE’S GARDEN 
So I charm’d their ears 
That, calf-like they my lowing follow’d through 
Tooth’d briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss, and thorns. 
IV. i. 178. 
Just as you left them ; all prisoners, sir, 
In the lime-grove which weather-fends your cell; 
They cannot budge till your release. 
V. i. 9. 
And you, whose pastime 
Is to make midnight-mushrooms, that rejoice 
To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid, 
Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm’d 
The noontide sun, call’d forth the mutinous winds, 
And ’twixt the green sea and the azur’d vault 
Set roaring war : to the dread rattling thunder 
Have I given fire and rifted Jove’s stout oak 
With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory 
Have I made shake ; and by the spurs pluck’d up 
The pine and cedar : graves, at my command 
Have wak’d their sleepers ; oped, and let ’em forth 
By my so potent art. 
V. i. 38. 
Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck I, 
In a cowslip’s bell I lie; 
There I couch when owls do cry. 
On the bat’s back I do fly 
After summer merrily. 
Merrily, merrily shall I live now, 
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. 
V. i. 88. 
THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA. 
And this my father ; A vengeance on’t ! there ’tis : now, 
sir, this staff is my sister, for, look you, she is as white as a 
lily and as small as a wand. 
II. iii. 20. 
Val. And I will help thee to prefer her too : 
She shall be dignified with this high honour— 
To bear my lady’s train, lest the base earth 
Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss 
And, of so great a favour growing proud, 
Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower 
And make rough winter everlastingly. 
II. iv. 158. 
