APPENDIX 
i 73 
Hoary-headed frosts 
Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, 
And on old Hiems’ thin and icy crown 
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds 
Is, as in mockery, set. 
II. i. 107. 
It fell upon a little western flower, 
Before milk-white, now purple with love’s wound, 
And maidens call it, love-in-idleness. 
Fetch me that flower; the herb I showed thee once : 
The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid 
Will make or man or woman madly dote 
Upon the next live creature that it sees. 
Fetch me this herb ; and be thou here again. 
II. i. 166. 
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, 
Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows, 
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, 
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine : 
There sleeps Titania some time of the night, 
Lull’d in these flowers with dances and delight. 
II. i. 249. 
Some, to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds. 
II. ii. 3. 
This green plot shall be our stage, this hawthorn brake our 
’tiring-house. 
III. i. 3. 
Quin. Ay ; or else one must come in with a bush of thorns 
and a lanthorn. 
III. i. 59. 
Puck. What hempen home-spuns have we swaggering here, 
So near the cradle of the fairy queen ? 
What, a play toward ! I’ll be an auditor. 
III. i. 79. 
Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white of hue, 
Of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier. 
III. i. 95 - 
Puck. I’ll follow you, I’ll lead you about a round, 
Through bog, through bush, through brake, through brier: 
Sometime a horse I’ll be, sometime a hound, 
A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire. 
III. i. 108. 
