APPENDIX 
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Duch. Why droops my lord, like over-ripen’d corn, 
Hanging the head at Ceres’ plenteous load ? 
I. ii. 1. 
Car. What, art thou lame ? 
Simp. Ay, God Almighty help me ! 
Suf. How earnest thou so ? 
Simp. A fall off of a tree. 
Wife. A plum-tree, master. 
Glo. How long hast thou been blind ? 
Simp. O, born so, master. 
Glo. What, and wouldst climb a tree ? 
Simp. But that in all my life, when I was a youth. 
Wife. Too true ; and bought his climbing very dear. 
Glo. ’Mass, thou lov’dst plums well, that wouldst venture so. 
Simp . Alas, good master, my wife desired some damsons, 
And made me climb, with danger of my life. 
II- i- 93 - 
Suf. Thus droops this lofty pine and hangs his sprays ; 
Thus Eleanor’s pride dies in her youngest days. 
II. iii. 45. 
Hoy. Let it come, i’ faith, and I’ll pledge you all; and a fig 
for Peter! 
II. iii. 66. 
Now ’tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted ; 
Suffer them now, and they’ll o’ergrow the garden 
And choke the herbs for want of husbandry. 
III. i. 31. 
K. Hen. My lords, at once ; the care you have of us, 
To mow down thorns that would annoy our foot, 
Is worthy praise : but shall I speak my conscience, 
Our kinsman Gloster is as innocent. 
III. i. 66. 
Q. Mary. I would be blind with weeping, sick with groans, 
Look pale as primrose with blood-drinking sighs, 
And all to have the noble duke alive. 
III. ii. 62. 
His well-proportion’d beard made rough and rugged, 
Like to the summer’s corn by tempest lodg’d. 
It cannot be but he was murder’d here; 
The least of all these signs were probable. 
III. ii. 175. 
Suf. Blunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanour ! 
If ever lady wrong’d her lord so much, 
