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SHAKESPEARE’S GARDEN 
TROILUS AND CRESSIDA. 
Pan. Well, I have told you enough of this : for my part, 
I’ll not meddle nor make no further. He that will have a 
cake out of the wheat, must needs tarry the grinding. 
I. i. 13. 
I love her ; 
But, saying thus, instead of oil and balm, 
Thou lay’st in every gash that love hath given me 
The knife that made it. 
I. i. 60. 
Cres. And I’ll spring up in his tears, an ’twere a nettle 
against May. 
I. ii. 190. 
Cres. Ay, a minced man : and then to be baked with no 
date in the pie,—for then the man’s date’s out. 
I. ii. 277. 
Checks and disasters 
Grow in the veins of actions highest rear’d, 
As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap, 
Infect the sound pine and divert his grain 
Tortive and errant from his course of growth. 
I.iii. 5. 
When the splitting wind 
Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks, 
And flies fled under shade, why, then the thing of courage 
As roused with rage with rage doth sympathize, 
And with an accent tun’d in selfsame key 
Retorts to chiding fortune. 
I. iii. 49. 
How could communities, 
Degrees in schools and brotherhoods in cities, 
Peaceful commerce from dividable shores, 
The primogenitive and due of birth, 
Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, 
But by degree, stand in authentic place ? 
I. iii. 103. 
Ajax. Toadstool, learn me the proclamation. 
Ther. Dost thou think I have no sense, thou strikest me 
thus ? 
II. i. 22. 
