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SHAKESPEARE’S GARDEN 
Her dotage now I do begin to pity : 
For, meeting her of late behind the wood, 
Seeking sweet savours for this hateful fool, 
I did upbraid her, and fall out with her; 
For she his hairy temples then had rounded 
With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers ; 
And that same dew, which sometime on the buds 
Was wont to swell, like round and orient pearls, 
Stood now within the pretty flow’rets’ eyes, 
Like tears, that did their own disgrace bewail. 
IV. i. 33. 
But first I will release the fairy queen. 
Be as thou wast wont to be; 
See as thou wast wont to see : 
Dian’s bud o’er Cupid’s flower 
Hath such force and blessed power. 
Now, my Titania ; wake you, my sweet queen. 
IV. i. 75. 
And, most dear actors, eat no onions nor garlick, for we 
are to utter sweet breath; and I do not doubt but to hear 
them say, it is a sweet comedy. No more words: away ! go, 
away. 
IV. ii. 42. 
This man, with lantern, dog, and bush of thorn, 
Presenteth Moonshine ; for, if you will know, 
By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn 
To meet at Ninus’ tomb, there, there to woo. 
V. i. 136. 
And Thisby, tarrying in mulberry shade, 
His dagger drew and died. 
V. i. 149. 
Moon. All that I have to say, is, to tell you that the 
lantern is the moon ; I, the man in the moon; this thorn- 
bush, my thorn-bush ; and this dog, my dog. 
V. i. 261. 
This. Asleep, my love ? 
What, dead, my dove ? 
O Pyramus, arise! 
Speak, speak. Quite dumb ? 
Dead, dead ? A tomb 
Must cover thy sweet eyes. 
These lily lips, 
This cherry nose, 
These yellow cowslip cheeks, 
