APPENDIX 
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Bring me into your city, 
And I will use the olive with my sword, 
Make war breed peace, make peace stint war, make each 
Prescribe to other as each other’s leech. 
Let our drums strike. 
V. iv. 81. 
JULIUS CiESAR. 
And bear the palm alone. 
I. ii. 131. 
Casca. Are not you mov’d, when all the sway of earth 
Shakes like a thing unfirm ? O Cicero, 
I have seen tempests when the scolding winds 
Have riv’d the knotty oaks, and I have seen 
The ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam, 
To be exalted with the threatening clouds: 
But never till to-night, never till now, 
Did I go through a tempest dropping fire. 
I. iii. 3. 
MACBETH. 
1st Witch. A sailor’s wife had chestnuts in her lap, 
And munch’d, and munch’d, and munch’d. 
I. iii. 4. 
Ban. Were such things here as we do speak about ? 
Or have we eaten on the insane root 
That takes the reason prisoner ? 
I. iii. 83. 
Sleep that knits up the ravell’d sleave of care, 
The death of each day’s life, sore labour’s bath, 
Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course, 
Chief nourisher in life’s feast. 
II. ii. 37. 
I had thought to have let in some of all professions that go 
the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire. 
II. iii. 20. 
3 rd Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, 
Witches’ mummy, maw and gulf 
Of the ravin’d salt-sea shark, 
