APPENDIX 
i 93 
FaL All! I know not what ye call all ; but if I fought not 
with fifty of them, I am a bunch of radish : if there were not 
two or three and fifty upon poor old Jack, then I am no two- 
legged creature. 
II. iv. 204. 
Bard. Yea, and to tickle our noses with spear-grass, to 
make them bleed. 
II. iv. 340. 
For though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the 
faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner 
it wears. 
II. iv. 443. 
Shall the blessed sun of heaven prove 
blackberries ? a question not to be asked. 
a micher, and eat 
II. iv. 450. 
Shakes the old beldam earth and topples down 
Steeples and moss-grown towers. 
III. i. 32. 
Worse than a smoky house : I had rather live 
With cheese and garlic in a windmill, far, 
Than feed on cates and have him talk to me 
In any summer-house in Christendom. 
III. i. 161. 
Glend. She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down 
And rest your gentle head upon her lap, 
And she will sing the song that pleaseth you 
And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep, 
Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness. 
III. i. 214. 
Swear me, Kate, like a lady as thou art, 
A good mouth-filling oath, and leave “ in sooth,” 
And such protest of pepper-gingerbread, 
To velvet-guards and Sunday-citizens. 
III. i. 258. 
Fal. Why, my skin hangs about me like an old lady’s 
loose gown ; I am withered like an old apple-john. Well, 
I’ll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking; I 
shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no 
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