SHAKESPEARE’S GARDEN 
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And I know 
’Tis not the balm, the sceptre and the ball, 
The sword, the mace, the crown imperial, 
The intertissued robe of gold and pearl, 
The farced title running ’fore the king. 
IV. i. 277. 
Lies foul with chewed grass, still and motionless ; 
And their executors, the knavish crows, 
Fly o’er them, all impatient for their hour. 
IV. ii. 50. 
Flu. Your majesty says very true : if your majesties is 
remembered of it, the Welshmen did good service in a garden 
where leeks did grow, wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps ; 
which, your majesty know, to this hour is an honourable 
badge of the service ; and I do believe your majesty takes no 
scorn to wear the leek upon Saint Tavy’s day. 
IV. vii. 101. 
Gow. Nay, that’s right; but why wear you your leek to-day ? 
Saint Davy’s day is past. 
Flu. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in 
all things : . . . look you, and bid me eat my leek: it was in 
a place where I could not breed no contention with him ; 
but I will be so bold as to wear it in my cap till I see him 
once again, and then I will tell him a little piece of my 
desires. 
* * * * * 
Pist. I am qualmish at the smell of leek. 
Flu. I peseech you heartily, scurvy, lousy knave, at my 
desires, and my requests, and my petitions, to eat, look you, 
this leek : because, look you, you do not love it, nor your 
affections and your appetites and your digestions doo’s not 
agree with it, I would desire you to eat it. 
* * * * * 
Flu. ... If you can mock a leek, you can eat a leek. 
Gow. Enough, captain : you have astonished him. 
Flu. I say, I will make him eat some part of my leek, or I 
will peat his pate four days.—Bite, I pray you ; it is good for 
your green wound and your ploody coxcomb. 
Pist. Must I bite ? 
Flu. Yes, certainly, and out of doubt, and out of question 
too, and ambiguities. 
Pist. By this leek, I will most horribly revenge : I eat, and 
eat, l swear- 
