APPENDIX 
205 
Wherefore, on a brick wall have I climbed into this garden, 
to see if I can eat grass, or pick a sallet another while, which 
is not amiss to cool a man’s stomach this hot weather. And 
I think this word “sallet” was born to do me good: for 
many a time, but for a sallet, my brain-pan had been cleft 
with a brown bill; and many a time, when I have been dry 
and bravely marching, it hath served me instead of a quart- 
pot to drink in ; and now the word “ sallet ” must serve me 
to feed on. 
IV. x. 7. 
A sceptre shall it have,—have I a soul,— 
On which I’ll toss the flower-de-luce of France. 
V. i. 10. 
War. Now, by my father’s badge, old Nevil’s crest, 
The rampant bear chain’d to the ragged staff, 
This day I’ll wear aloft my burgonet, 
As on a mountain-top the cedar shows 
That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm, 
Even to affright thee with the view thereof. 
V. i. 202. 
And beauty that the tyrant oft reclaims 
Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax. 
V. ii. 54. 
3 HENRY VI. 
I cannot rest 
Until the white rose that I wear be dy’d 
Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry’s heart. 
I. ii. 32. 
And many strokes, though with a little axe, 
Hew down and fell the hardest-timber’d oak. 
By many hands your father was subdu’d. 
II. i. 54. 
Ah, what a life were this ! how sweet! how lovely ! 
Gives not the hawthorn-bush a sweeter shade 
To shepherds looking on their silly sheep, 
Than doth a rich embroider’d canopy 
To kings that fear their subjects’ treachery ? 
II. v. 41. 
