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SHAKESPEARE’S GARDEN 
Thy mother took into her blameful bed 
Some stern untutor’d churl, and noble stock 
Was graft with crab-tree slip; whose fruit thou art, 
And never of the Nevils’ noble race. 
III. ii. 210. 
Suf. A plague upon them! Wherefore should I curse 
them ? 
Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake’s groan, 
I would invent as bitter-searching terms, 
As curst, as harsh and horrible to hear, 
Deliver’d strongly through my fixed teeth, 
With full as many signs of deadly hate, 
As lean-faced Envy in her loathsome cave. 
III. ii. 309. 
Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink ! 
Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste! 
Their sweetest shade a grove of cypress-trees ! 
Their chiefest prospect murdering basilisks ! 
Their softest touch as smart as lizards’ stings! 
Their music frightful as the serpent’s hiss, 
And boding screech-owls make the concert full! 
All the foul terrors in dark-seated hell. 
III. ii. 320. 
Suf. You bade me ban, and will you bid me leave ? 
Now, by the ground that I am banish’d from, 
Well could I curse away a winter’s night, 
Though standing naked on a mountain top, 
Where biting cold would never let grass grow, 
And think it but a minute spent in sport. 
HI. ii- 333- 
Comb down his hair ; look ! look ! it stands upright, 
Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul. 
Give me some drink ; and bid the apothecary 
Bring the strong poison that I bought of him. 
III. iii. 15. 
Cade. . . . In Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass. 
IV. ii. 74. 
Cade. Ye shall have a hempen caudle then and the help 
of hatchet. 
IV. vii. 95. 
