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K. Edw. Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny wood, 
Which, by the heavens’ assistance and your strength, 
Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night. 
V. iv. 67. 
What! can so young a thorn begin to prick ? 
V. v. 13. 
K. Edw. Once more we sit in England’s royal throne, 
Re-purchas’d with the blood of enemies. 
What valiant foemen, like to autumn’s corn, 
Have we mow’d down in tops of all their pride ? 
V. vii. 1. 
RICHARD III. 
We say that Shore’s wife hath a pretty foot, 
A cherry lip, a bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue ; 
And that the queen’s kindred are made gentlefolks : 
How say you, sir ? can you deny all this ? 
I. i. 92. 
I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes. 
I. ii. 13. 
Glo. But I was born so high, 
Our aery buildeth in the cedar’s top, 
And dallies with the wind and scorns the sun. 
I. iii. 263. 
Glo. My lord of Ely, when I was last in Holborn, 
I saw good strawberries in your garden there : 
I do beseech you send for some of them. 
* * * * “Ml 
Ely. Where is my lord protector ? I have sent for these 
strawberries. 
III. iv. 48. 
“ Their lips were four red roses on a stalk, 
Which in their summer beauty kiss’d each other. 
A book of prayers on their pillow lay; 
Which once,” quoth Forrest, “ almost changed my mind ; 
But O ! the devil ”—there the villain stopp’d ; 
