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Did this companion with the saffron face 
Revel and feast it at my house to-day, 
Whilst upon me the guilty doors were shut 
And I denied to enter in my house ? 
IV. iv. 64. 
MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING. 
D. John. I had rather be a canker in a hedge, than a rose 
in his grace. 
I. iii. 28. 
Bene. Even to the next willow, about your own business, 
count. What fashion will you wear the garland of ? 
II. i. 194. 
Bene. Alas, poor hurt fowl! Now will 
sedges. 
he creep into 
II. i. 209. 
Bene. O, she misused me past the endurance of a block ! 
An oak. but with one green leaf on it, would have answered 
her! 
II. i. 246. 
Civil as an orange, and something of that jealous com- 
plexion. 
II. i. 302. 
And bid her steal into the pleached bower, 
Where honeysuckles, ripen’d by the sun, 
Forbid the sun to enter, like favourites. 
III. i. 7. 
So angle we for Beatrice ; who even now 
Is couched in the woodbine coverture. 
Ill i. 29. 
Marg. Get you some of this distilled Carduus Benedictus, 
and lay it to your heart: it is the only thing for a qualm. 
Hero. There thou prickest her with a thistle. 
Beat. Benedictus ! Why Benedictus ? You have some 
moral in this Benedictus. 
Marg . Moral ! No, by my troth, I have no moral mean¬ 
ing : I meant, plain holy thistle. 
III. iv. 73. 
Give not this rotten orange to your friend. 
IV. i. 33. 
