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Puc. Paysans, pauvres gens de France ; 
Poor market-folks, that come to sell their corn. 
III. ii. 14. 
Puc. Good morrow, gallants ! Want ye corn for bread ? 
I think the Duke of Burgundy will fast 
Before he’ll buy again at such a rate: 
’Twas full of darnel; do you like the taste ? 
III. ii. 41. 
Bur. Scoff on, vile fiend and shameless courtezan ! 
I trust ere long to choke thee with thine own 
And make thee curse the harvest of that corn. 
III. ii. 46. 
Bas. Crossing the sea from England into France, 
This fellow here, with envious carping tongue, 
Upbraided me about the rose I wear; 
Saying, the sanguine colour of the leaves 
Did represent my master’s blushing cheeks, 
When stubbornly he did repugn the truth 
About a certain question in the law 
Argu’d betwixt the Duke of York and him. 
IV. i. 89. 
I see no reason, if I wear this rose, 
[.Putting on a red rose. 
That any one should therefore be suspicious 
I more incline to Somerset than York. 
IV. i. 152 
Shep. Wilt thou not stoop ? Now cursed be the time 
Of thy nativity ! I would the milk 
Thy mother gave thee when thou suck’dst her breast, 
Had been a little ratsbane for thy sake! 
Or else, when thou didst keep my lambs a-field, 
I wish some rav’nous wolf had eaten thee ! 
V. iv. 26. 
2 HENRY VI. 
Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose, 
With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed; 
And in my standard bear the arms of York, 
To grapple with the house of Lancaster; 
And, force perforce, I’ll make him yield the crown, 
Whose bookish rule hath pull’d fair England down. 
I. i. 254. 
