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SHAKESPEARE’S GARDEN 
Lor. In such a night 
Stood Dido with a willow in her hand 
Upon the wild sea-banks and waft her love 
To come again to Carthage. 
Jes. In such a night 
Medea gather’d the enchanted herbs 
That did renew old iEson. 
V. i. 9. 
AS YOU LIKE IT 
Ros. Where learned you that oath, fool ? 
Touch. Of a certain knight that swore by his honour they 
were good pancakes and swore by his honour the mustard 
was naught: now I’ll stand to it, the pancakes were naught 
and the mustard was good, and yet was not the knight for¬ 
sworn. 
Cel. How prove you that, in the great heap of your know¬ 
ledge ? 
Ros. Ay, marry, now unmuzzle your wisdom. 
Touch. Stand you both forth now : stroke your chins and 
swear by your beards that I am a knave. 
Cel. By our beards, if we had them, thou art. 
Touch. By my knavery, if I had it, then I were ; but if you 
swear by that that is not, you are not forsworn : no more was 
this knight, swearing by his honour, for he never had any; 
or if he had, he had sworn it away before ever he saw those 
pancakes or that mustard. 
I. ii. 65. 
Ros. No, some of it for my child’s father. O, how full of 
briers is this working-day world! 
Cel. They are but burrs, cousin, thrown upon thee in 
holiday foolery. 
I. iii. 11. 
To-day my lord of Amiens and myself 
Did steal behind him as he lay along 
Under an oak whose antique root peeps out 
Upon the brook that brawls along this wood. 
II. i. 29. 
And I remember the wooing of a peascod instead of her, 
from whom I took two cods and, giving her them again, said 
with weeping tears “ Wear these for my sake.” 
II. iv. 51. 
