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That makes his opening with this bigger key: 
This other doth command a little door 
Which from the vineyard to the garden leads. 
IV. i. 28. 
Come, let us go : 
Our corn’s to reap, for yet our tithe’s to sow. 
IV. X. 75 - 
Here be many of her old customers. First, here’s young 
Master Rash ; he’s in for a commodity of brown paper and 
old ginger, nine score and seventeen pounds ; of which he 
made five marks, ready money : marry, then ginger was not. 
much in request, for the old women were all dead. Then is 
there here one Master Caper, at the suit of Master Threepile 
the mercer, for some four suits of peach-coloured satin, which 
now peaches him a beggar. 
IV. iii. 4. 
Clo. He is coming, sir, he is coming; I hear his straw 
rustle. 
IV. iii. 37. 
Lucio. Yes, marry, did I : but I was fain to forswear it; 
they would else have married me to the rotten medlar. 
IV. iii. 182. 
Nay, friar, I am a kind of burr ; I shall stick. 
• IV. iii. 189. 
THE COMEDY OF ERRORS. 
Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine, 
Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state. 
Makes me with thy strength to communicate : 
If aught possess thee from me, it is dross, 
Usurping ivy, briar, or idle moss ; 
Who, all for want of pruning, with intrusion 
Infect thy sap, and live on thy confusion. 
II. ii. 176. 
Dro. S. ’Tis true ; she rides me and I long for grass. 
’Tis so, I am an ass. 
II. ii. 202. 
Dro. S. Some devils ask but the parings of one’s nail, 
A rush, a hair, a drop of blood, a pin, 
A nut, a cherry-stone. 
IV. iii. 72. 
