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SHAKESPEARE’S GARDEN 
When Dighton thus told on : “ We smothered 
The most replenished sweet work of nature, 
That from the prime creation e’er she fram’d.” 
IV. iii. 12. 
The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar, 
That spoil’d your summer fields and fruitful vines, 
Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough 
In your embowell’d bosoms, this foul swine 
Lies now even in the centre of this isle, 
Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn. 
V. ii. 7. 
HENRY VIII. 
Snrv. Not long before your highness sped to France, 
The duke being at the Rose, within the parish 
Saint Lawrence Poultney, did of me demand 
What was the speech among the Londoners 
Concerning the French journey. 
I. ii. 151. 
Almost no grave allow’d me: like the lily, 
That once was mistress of the field and flourish’d, 
I’ll hang my head and perish. 
III. i. 151. 
The Vision . Enter, solemnly tripping one after another , six 
personages, clad in white robes, wearing on their heads garlands 
of bays, and golden vizards on their faces ; branches of bays 01 
palm in their hands. 
After IV. ii. 82. 
Both now and ever bless her !—’tis a girl, 
Promises boys hereafter. Sir, your queen 
Desires your visitation, and to be 
Acquainted with this stranger : ’tis as like you 
As cherry is to cherry. 
V. i. 167. 
Port. Belong to the gallows, and be hanged, you rogue! 
Is this a place to roar in ? Fetch me a dozen crab-tree 
staves, and strong ones : these are but switches to ’em. I’ll 
scratch your heads : you must be seeing christenings ? Do 
you look for ale and cakes here, you rude rascals ? 
V.iv. 6 . 
