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[318:1] Yet Homer considered it to be indigenous in Sicily--Odyss: ix, 109--and Cicero, perhaps on the authority of Homer, says the same: "Insula Cereris . . . ubi primum fruges inventae esse dic.u.n.tur."--_In Verrem_, v, 38.
WILLOW.
(1) _Viola._
Make me a Willow cabin at your gate.
_Twelfth Night_, act i, sc. 5 (287).
(2) _Bened.i.c.k._
Come, will you go with me?
_Claudio._
Whither?
_Bened.i.c.k._
Even to the next Willow, about your own business.
_Much Ado About Nothing_, act ii, sc. 1 (192).
_Bened.i.c.k._
I offered him my company to a Willow tree, either to make him a garland, as being forsaken, or to bind him up a rod, as being worthy to be whipped.
_Ibid._ (223).
(3) _Nathaniel._
These thoughts to me were Oaks, to thee like Osiers bow'd.
_Love's Labour's Lost_, act iv, sc. 2 (112).
(4) _Lorenzo._
In such a night Stood Dido, with a Willow in her hand, Upon the wild sea-banks.
_Merchant of Venice_, act v, sc. 1 (9).
(5) _Bona._
Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly, I'll wear the Willow garland for his sake.
_3d Henry VI_, act iii, sc. 3 (227).
_Post._
[The same words repeated.]
_Ibid._, act iv, sc. 1 (99).
(6) _Queen._
There is a Willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his h.o.a.r leaves in the gla.s.sy stream.
There on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke.
_Hamlet_, act iv, sc. 7 (167).
(7) _Desdemona_ (singing)--
The poor soul sat sighing by a Sycamore tree.
Sing all a green Willow; Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Sing Willow, Willow, Willow.
The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her moans; Sing Willow, Willow, Willow.
Her salt tears fell from her and soften'd the stones, Sing Willow, Willow, Willow.
Sing all a green Willow must be my garland.
_Oth.e.l.lo_, act iv, sc. 3 (41).
(8) _Emilia._
I will play the swan, And die in music. [_Singing_] Willow, Willow, Willow.
_Ibid._, act v, sc. 2 (247).
(9) _Wooer._
Then she sang Nothing but Willow, Willow, Willow.
_Two n.o.ble Kinsmen_, act iv, sc. 1 (100).
