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garment on ? Be the jacks fair within, the jills fair without, 
and carpets laid, and everything in order ? 
IV.i.47. 
Bion. [aside]. As much as an apple doth an oyster, and all one. 
IV. ii. 101. 
Gru. I cannot tell; I fear ’tis choleric. 
What say you to a piece of beef and mustard ? 
Kath. A dish that I do love to feed upon. 
Gru, Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little. 
Kath. Why then, the beef, and let the mustard rest. 
Gru. Nay then, I will not: you shall have the mustard, 
Or else you get no beef of Grumio. 
Kath. Then both, or one, or anything thou wilt. 
Gru. Why then, the mustard without the beef. 
Kath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding slave 
[Beats him. 
That feed’st me with the very name of meat. 
IV. iii. 22. 
Why, ’tis a cockle or a walnut shell, 
A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby’s cap : 
Away with it! Come, let me have a bigger. 
IV. iii. 66. 
What’s this ? a sleeve ? ’Tis like a demi-cannon : 
What, up and down, carved like an apple-tart ? 
IV. iii. 88. 
Bion. I cannot tarry: I knew a wench married in an after¬ 
noon as she went to the garden for parsley to stuff a rabbit; 
and so may you, sir : and so, adieu, sir. 
IV. iv. 99. 
Kath. Forward, I pray, since we have come so far, 
And be it moon, or sun, or what you please; 
An if you please to call it a rush-candle, 
Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me. 
IV. v. 12. 
ALL’S WELL THAT ENDS WELL. 
It looks ill, it eats drily ; marry, ’tis a withered pear ; it 
was formerly better ; marry, yet ’tis a withered pear. 
I. i. 175 - 
Even so it was with me when I was young: 
If ever we are nature’s, these are ours; this thorn 
Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong; 
Our blood to us, this to our blood is born. 
I. iii. 134. 
