The plant-lore & garden-craft of Shakespeare Part 103

_Measure for Measure_, act ii, sc. 1 (133).

(12) _Constable._

Let us quit all And give our Vineyards to a barbarous people.

_Henry V_, act iii, sc. 5 (3).

(13) _Burgundy._

 

Her Vine, the merry cheerer of the heart, Unpruned, dies. . . .

Our Vineyards, fallows, meads, and hedges, Defective in their natures, grow to wildness.

_Ibid._, act v, sc. 2 (41, 54).

(14) _Mortimer._

And pithless arms, like to a wither'd Vine That droops his sapless branches to the ground.

_1st Henry VI_, act ii, sc. 5 (11).

(15) _Cranmer._

In her days every man shall eat in safety, Under his own Vine, what he plants; and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.

_Henry VIII_, act v, sc. 5 (34).

(16) _Cranmer._

Peace, plenty, love, truth, terror, That were the servants to this chosen infant, Shall then be his, and like a Vine grow to him.

_Ibid._ (48).

(17) _Lear._

Now, our joy, Although the last, not least; to whose young love The Vines of France and milk of Burgundy Strive to be interess'd.

_King Lear_, act i, sc. 1 (84).

(18) _Arviragus._

And let the stinking Elder, grief, untwine His peris.h.i.+ng root with the increasing Vine!

_Cymbeline_, act iv, sc. 2 (59).

(19) _Adriana._

Thou art an Elm, my husband, I a Vine, Whose weakness married to thy stronger state Makes me with thy strength to communicate.

_Comedy of Errors_, act ii, sc. 2 (176).

(20) _Gonzalo._

Bound of land, tilth, Vineyard, none.

_Tempest_, act ii, sc. 1 (152).

(21) _Iris._

Thy pole-clipt Vineyard.

_Ibid._, act iv, sc. 1 (68).

(22) _Ceres._

Vines with cl.u.s.tering bunches growing, Plants with goodly burthen bowing.

_Ibid._ (112).

(23) _Richmond._

The usurping boar, That spoil'd your summer fields and fruitful Vines.

_Richard III_, act v, sc. 2 (7).

(24) _Isabella._

He hath a garden circ.u.mmured with brick, Whose western side is with a Vineyard back'd; And to that Vineyard is a planched gate, That makes his opening with this bigger key: This other doth command a little door, Which from the Vineyard to the garden leads.

_Measure for Measure_, act iv, sc. 1 (28).

(25)

The Vine shall grow, but we shall never see it.