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SHAKESPEARE’S GARDEN 
MEASURE FOR MEASURE. 
Now, as fond fathers, 
Having bound up the threatening twigs of birch, 
Only to stick it in their children’s sight 
For terror, not to use, in time the rod 
Becomes more mock’d than fear’d. 
I. iii. 23. 
And longing, saving your honour’s reverence for stewed 
prunes ; sir. 
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Longing, as I said, for prunes; and having but two in 
the dish, as I said, Master Froth here, this very man, having 
eaten the rest, as I said, and, as I say, paying for them very 
honestly;—for, as you know, Master Froth, I could not give 
you threepence again. 
Froth. No, indeed. 
Clo. Very well; you being then, if you be remembered, 
cracking the stones of the foresaid prunes. 
II. i. 92. 
Clo. Why, very well; I hope here be truths. He, sir, sitting, 
as I say, in a lower chair, sir ; ’twas in the Bunch of Grapes, 
where indeed you have a delight to sit, have you not ? 
II. i. 131. 
Nothing but thunder ! Merciful Heaven, 
Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt 
Split’st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak 
Than the soft myrtle. 
II. ii. 114. 
But it is I 
That, lying by the violet in the sun, 
Do as the carrion does, not as the flower, 
Corrupt with virtuous season. 
II. ii. 164. 
He’s not past it yet, and I say to thee, he would mouth 
with a beggar, though she smelt brown bread and garlic: 
say that I said so. Farewell. 
III. 2. 193. 
Isab. He hath a garden circummured with brick, 
Whose western side is with a vineyard back’d; 
And to that vineyard is a planched gate, 
