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SHAKESPEARE’S GARDEN 
There is not now a rebel’s sword unsheathed, 
But Peace puts forth her olive everywhere. 
IV. iv. 86. 
Let all the tears that should bedew my hearse 
Be drops of balm to sanctify thy head : 
Only compound me with forgotten dust; 
Give that which gave thee life unto the worms. 
IV. v. 114. 
Davy. Marry, sir, thus ; those precepts cannot be served : 
and, again, sir, shall we sow the headland with wheat ? 
Shal. With red wheat, Davy. 
V. i. 14. 
Shal. Nay, you shall see mine orchard, where, in an 
arbour, we will eat a last year’s pippin of my own grafting, 
with a dish of caraways, and so forth : come, cousin Silence : 
and th en to bed. 
V. iii. 1. 
Davy. There is a dish of leather-coats for you. 
V. iii. 43. 
Harry the Fifth’s the man. I speak the truth : 
When Pistol lies, do this; and fig me, like 
The bragging Spaniard. 
V. iii. 122. 
1st Groom. More rushes, more rushes. 
2nd Groom. The trumpets have sounded twice. 
V. v. 1. 
HENRY V. 
Ely. The strawberry grows underneath the nettle 
And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best 
Neighboured by fruit of baser quality : 
And so the prince obscured his contemplation 
Under the veil of wildness; which, no doubt, 
Grew like the summer grass, fastest by night, 
Unseen, yet crescive in his faculty. 
I. i. 60. 
Host. A’ could never 
never liked. 
abide carnation; ’twas a colour he 
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