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SHAKESPEARE’S GARDEN 
Cleo. My salad days 
When I was green in judgment. 
I. v. 73. 
Pom. You have made me offer 
Of Sicily, Sardinia ; and I must 
Rid all the sea of pirates ; then, to send 
Measures of wheat to Rome ; this ’greed upon, 
To part with unhack’d edges, and bear back 
Our targes undinted. 
II. vi. 34. 
2nd Serv. Why, this it is to have a name in great men’s 
fellowship: I had as lief have a reed that will do me no 
service as a partisan I could not heave. 
II. vii. 12. 
Come, thou monarch of the vine, 
Plumpy Bacchus, with pink eyne ! 
In thy vats our cares be drown’d, 
With thy grapes our hairs be crown’d : 
Cup us, till the world go round, 
Cup us, till the world go round ! 
II. vii. 120. 
Eros. He’s walking in the garden—thus; and spurns 
The rush that lies before him ; cries, “ Fool Lepidus !” 
III. v. 17. 
Euph. I was of late as petty to his ends 
As is the morn-dew on the myrtle-leaf 
To his grand sea. 
III. xii. 8. 
Ant. To him again : tell him he wears the rose 
Of youth upon him ; from which the world should note 
Something particular; his coin, ships, legions. 
III. xiii. 20. 
Cleo. What, no more ceremony? See, my women ! 
Against the blown rose may they stop their nose, 
That kneel’d unto the buds. 
III. xiii. 38. 
Eno. What mean you, sir, 
To give them this discomfort ? Look, they weep ; 
And I, an ass, am onion-ey’d: for shame, 
Transform us not to women. 
IV. ii. 33. 
