APPENDIX 
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Cces. The time of universal peace is near : 
Prove this a prosperous day, the three-nook’d world 
Shall bear the olive freely. 
IV. vi. 4. 
Ant. Where yond’ pine does stand, 
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Do we shake hands. All come to this ? The hearts 
That spaniel’d me at heels, to whom I gave 
Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets 
On blossoming Caesar ; and this pine is bark’d, 
That overtopp’d them all. 
IV. xii. 1. 
Guard. Here is a rural fellow 
That will not be denied your highness’ presence: 
He brings you figs. 
V. ii. 233. 
Immortal longings in me : now no more 
The juice of Egypt’s grape shall moist this lip. 
V. ii. 284. 
Char. O, break ! O, break! 
Cleo. As sweet as balm, as soft as air, as gentle. 
V. ii. 313. 
A simple countryman, that brought her figs. 
V. ii. 342. 
1st Guard. This is an aspic’s trail; and these fig-leaves 
Have slime upon them, such as the aspic leaves 
Upon the caves of Nile. 
V. ii. 354. 
CYMBELINE. 
So, so : well done, well done : 
The violets, cowslips, and the primroses, 
Bear to my closet. Fare thee well, Pisanio ; 
Think on my words. 
I. v. 82 
