APPENDIX 
i 79 
Heigh-ho ! sing, heigh-ho ! unto the green holly : 
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: 
Then, heigh-ho l the holly ! 
This life is most jolly. 
II. vii. 180. 
O Rosalind ! these trees shall be my books 
And in their barks my thoughts I’ll character. 
III. ii. 25. 
Sweetest nut hath sourest rind, 
Such a nut is Rosalind. 
He that sweetest rose will find 
Must find love’s prick and Rosalind. 
III. ii. 115. 
Ros. Peace, you dull fool! I found them on a tree. 
Touch. Truly, the tree yields bad fruit. 
Ros. I’ll graft it with you, and then I shall graft it with a 
medlar: then it will be the earliest fruit i’ the country ; for 
you’ll be rotten ere you be half ripe, and that’s the right 
virtue of the medlar. 
Touch. You have said; but whether wisely or no, let the 
forest judge. 
III. ii. 121. 
Ros. Look here what I found on a palm-tree. I was never 
so be-rhymed since Pythagoras’ time, that I was an Irish rat, 
which I can hardly remember. 
III. ii. 185. 
I pr’ythee, take the cork out of thy mouth that I may 
drink thy tidings. 
III. ii. 213. 
I found him under a tree, like a dropped acorn. 
III. ii. 248. 
Ros. No, I will not cast away my physic but on those that 
are sick. There is a man haunts the forest, that abuses our 
young plants with carving Rosalind on their barks; hangs 
odes upon hawthorns, and elegies on brambles. 
III. ii. 375. 
Ros. There is none of my uncle’s marks upon you: he 
taught me how to know a man in love; in which cage of 
rushes I am sure you are not prisoner. 
III. ii. 387. 
Cel. An excellent colour : your chestnut was ever the only 
colour. 
12—2 
III. iv. 12. 
