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Cor. Alack, ’tis he : why, he was met even now 
As mad as the vex’d sea : singing aloud ; 
Crown’d with rank fumiter and furrow weeds, 
With burdocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, 
Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow 
In our sustaining corn. A century send forth ; 
Search every acre in the high-grown field, 
And bring him to our eye. 
IV. iv. 1. 
Half way down 
Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade ! 
IV. vi. 14. 
Edg. Sweet marjoram. 
Lear. Pass. 
Glo. I know that voice. 
IV. vi. 94. 
Capt. I cannot draw a cart, nor eat dried oats ; 
If it be man’s work, I will do’t. 
V. iii. 38. 
OTHELLO. 
I ago. Virtue ! a fig! ’tis in ourselves that we are thus or 
thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are 
gardeners ; so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce, 
set hyssop and weed up thyme, supply it with one gender of 
herbs, or distract it with many, either to have it sterile with 
idleness, or manured with industry, why, the power and 
corrigible authority of this lies in our wills. 
I. iii. 322. 
The food that to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall be 
to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida. She must change 
for youth. 
I. iii. 354. 
Mon. Methinks the wind hath spoken loud at land; 
A fuller blast ne’er shook our battlements: 
If it hath ruffian’d so upon the sea, 
What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them, 
Can hold the mortise ? What shall we hear of this ? 
II. i. 4. 
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