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SHAKESPEARE’S GARDEN 
Yield stinging nettles to my enemies. 
III. ii. 18. 
But when from under this terrestrial ball, 
He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines. 
III. ii. 41. 
Not all the water in the rough rude sea 
Can wash the balm off from an anointed king; 
III. ii. 54. 
Thy very beadsmen learn to bend their bows 
Of double-fatal yew against thy state. 
III. ii. 116. 
Aumerle, thou weep’st, my tender-hearted cousin ! 
We’ll make foul weather with despised tears; 
Our sighs and they shall lodge the summer corn, 
And make a dearth in this revolting land. 
III. iii. 160. 
Gard. Go, bind thou up yon dangling apricocks, 
Which, like unruly children, make their sire 
Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight: 
Give some supportance to the bending twigs. 
Go thou, and like an executioner, 
Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprays, 
That look too lofty in our commonwealth: 
All must be even in our government. 
You thus employ’d, I will go root away 
The noisome weeds, which without profit suck 
The soil’s fertility from wholesome flowers. 
1st Sew. Why should we in the compass of a pale 
Keep law and form and due proportion, 
Showing, as in a model, our firm estate, 
When our sea-walled garden, the whole land, 
Is full of weeds, her fairest flowers chok’d up, 
Her fruit-trees all unpruned, her hedges ruin’d, 
Her knots disorder’d and her wholesome herbs 
Swarming with caterpillars ? 
Gard. Hold thy peace : 
He that hath suffer’d this disorder’d spring 
Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf: 
The weeds which his broad-spreading leaves did shelter. 
That seem’d in eating him to hold him up, 
Are pluck’d up root and all by Bolingbroke, 
I mean the Earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green. 
