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SHAKESPEARE’S GARDEN 
Which overshades the mouth of that same pit 
Where we decreed to bury Bassianus. 
Do this, and purchase us thy lasting friends.” 
O Tamora ! was ever heard the like ? 
This is the pit, and this the elder-tree. 
Look, sirs, if you can find the huntsman out 
That should have murdered Bassianus here. 
II. iii. 268. 
O, had the monster seen those lily hands 
Tremble, like aspen-leaves, upon a lute. 
II. iv. 44. 
When I did name her brothers, then fresh tears 
Stood on her cheeks, as doth the honey-dew 
Upon a gather’d lily almost wither’d. 
III. i. hi. 
Tit. He doth me wrong to feed me with delays. 
I’ll dive into the burning lake below, 
And pull her out of Acheron by the heels. 
Marcus, we are but shrubs, no cedars we, 
No big-boned men framed of the Cyclops’ size. 
IV. iii. 42. 
Sat. Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths ? 
These tidings nip me, and I hang the head 
As flowers with frost or grass beat down with storms. 
IV. iv. 69. 
I will enchant the old Andronicus 
With words more sweet, and yet more dangerous, 
Than baits to fish, or honey-stalks to sheep, 
When as the one is wounded with the bait, 
The other rotted with delicious feed. 
IV. iv. 89. 
O, let me teach you how to knit again 
This scatter’d corn into one mutual sheaf, 
These broken limbs again into one body. 
V. iii. 70. 
ROMEO AND JULIET. 
Where, underneath the grove of sycamore 
That westward rooteth from the city’s side, 
So early walking did I see your son. 
I. i. 128. 
