APPENDIX 
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Arv. With fairest flowers 
While summer lasts and I live here, Fidele, 
I’ll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack 
The flower that’s like thy face, pale primrose, nor 
The azured harebell, like thy veins, no, nor 
The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, 
Out-sweeten’d not thy breath : the ruddock would, 
With charitable bill—O bill, sore-shaming 
Those rich-left heirs that let their fathers lie 
Without a monument!—bring thee all this ; 
Yea, and furr’d moss besides, when flowers are none, 
To winter-ground thy corse. 
IV. ii. 218. 
Arv. Fear no more the frown o' the great; 
Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke ; 
Care no more to clothe and eat; 
To thee the reed is as the oak : 
The sceptre, learning, physic, must 
All follow this, and come to dust. 
IV. ii. 264. 
Luc. Let us 
Find out the prettiest daisied plot we can, 
And make him with our pikes and partisans 
A grave: come, arm him. 
IV. ii. 397. 
“ When from a stately cedar shall be lopped branches, 
which, being dead many years, shall after revive, be jointed 
to the old stock, and freshly grow; then shall Posthumus end 
his miseries, Britain be fortunate and flourish in peace and 
plenty. * * 
V. iv. 140. 
Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline, 
Personates thee : and thy lopp’d branches point 
Thy two sons forth ; who, by Belarius stol’n, 
For many years thought dead, are now revived, 
To the majestic cedar join’d ; whose issue 
Promises Britain peace and plenty. 
V. v. 453. 
