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_Ibid._, act iii, sc. 1 (43).
_Coriola.n.u.s._
Tell me of Corn!
_Ibid._ (61).
The Corn of the storehouse gratis.
_Ibid._ (125).
The Corn was not our recompense.
_Ibid._ (120).
This kind of service Did not deserve Corn gratis.
_Coriola.n.u.s_, act iii, sc. 1 (124).
(19) _Cranmer._
I am right glad to catch this good occasion Most thoroughly to be winnow'd, where my chaff And Corn shall fly asunder.
_Henry VIII_, act v, sc. 1 (110).
(20) _Cranmer._
Her foes shake like a field of beaten Corn And hang their heads with sorrow.
_Ibid._, act v, sc. 4 (32).
(21) _K. Richard._
We'll make foul weather with despised tears; Our sighs and they shall lodge the summer Corn.
_Richard II_, act iii, sc. 3 (161).
(22) _Arcite._
And run Swifter then winde upon a field of Corne (Curling the wealthy eares) never flew.
_Two n.o.ble Kinsmen_, act ii, sc. 3 (91).
(23)
As Corn o'ergrown by weeds, so heedful fear Is almost choked by unresisted l.u.s.t.
_Lucrece_ (281).
I have made these quotations as short as possible. They could not be omitted, but they require no comment.
COWSLIP.
(1) _Burgundy._
The even mead that erst brought sweetly forth The freckled Cowslip, Burnet, and green Clover.
_Henry V_, act v, sc. 2 (48).
(2) _Queen._
The Violets, Cowslips, and the Primroses, Bear to my closet.
_Cymbeline_, act i, sc. 5 (83).
(3) _Iachimo._
On her left breast A mole, cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops I' the bottom of a Cowslip.
_Ibid._, act ii, sc. 2 (37).
(4) _Ariel._
Where the bee sucks there suck I, In a Cowslip's bell I lie.
_Tempest_, act v, sc. 1 (88).
(5) _Thisbe._
Those yellow Cowslip cheeks.
