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i st Lord. Behind the tuft of pines I met them ; never 
Saw I men scour so on their way: I eyed them 
Even to their ships. 
II. i. 34 . 
Whose sting is sharper than the sword’s ; and will not— 
For, as the case now stands, it is a curse 
He cannot be compell’d to’t—once remove 
The root of his opinion, which is rotten 
As ever oak or stone was sound. 
II. iii. 86. 
They have scared away two of my best sheep, which I 
fear the wolf will sooner find than the master: if anywhere I 
have them *tis by the sea-side, browsing of ivy. 
III. iii. 66. 
When daffodils begin to peer, 
With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, 
Why, then comes in the sweet o’ the year; 
For the red blood reigns in the winter’s pale. 
IV. iii. 1. 
Three pound of sugar, five pound of currants, rice—what 
will this sister of mine do with rice! But my father hath 
made her mistress of the feast, and she lays it on. 
IV. iii. 39. 
I must have saffron to colour the warden pies; mace ; 
dates ?—none, that’s out of my note ; nutmegs, seven ; a race 
or two of ginger, but that I may beg; four pound of prunes, 
and as many of raisins o’ the sun. 
IV. iii. 48. 
Give me those flowers there, Dorcas. Reverend sirs, 
For you there’s rosemary and rue; these keep 
Seeming and savour all the winter long : 
Grace and remembrance be to you both, 
And welcome to our shearing ! 
IV. iv. 73. 
Per. The fairest flowers o’ the season 
Are our carnations and streak’d gillyvors, 
Which some call nature’s bastards : of that kind 
Our rustic garden’s barren ; and I care not 
To get slips of them. 
IV. iv. 81. 
