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Cost. An I had but one penny in the world, thou shouldst 
have it to buy gingerbread. 
V. i. 74. 
Boyet. Under the cool shade of a sycamore, 
I thought to close mine eyes some half an hour. 
V. ii. 89. 
King. Say to her, we have measured many miles 
To tread a measure with her on this grass. 
V. ii. 184. 
Boyet. Therefore change favours ; and, when they repair 
Blow like sweet roses in this summer air. 
Princess. How blow ? How blow ? Speak to be under¬ 
stood. 
Boyet . Fair ladies masked, are roses in their bud; 
Dismask’d, their damask sweet commixture shown, 
Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown. 
V. ii. 292. 
Bivon. This fellow pecks up wit as pigeons peas, 
And utters it again when God doth please. 
V. ii. 315. 
Now by my maiden honour, yet as pure 
As the unsullied lily, I protest. 
V. ii. 351. 
Hoi. Begin, sir ; you are my elder. 
Bivon. Well follow’d : Judas was hanged on an elder. 
Hoi. I will not be put out of countenance. 
Bivon. Because thou hast no face. 
V. ii. 608. 
Bum. A gilt nutmeg. 
Bivon. A lemon. 
Long. Stuck with cloves. 
Bum. No, cloven. 
Avm. Peace!— 
V. ii. 651. 
Bum. That mint. 
Long. That columbine. 
V. ii. 661. 
To weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain. 
V. ii. 857. 
