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(13) _Montano._
What ribs of Oak, when mountains melt on them, Can hold the mortise?
_Oth.e.l.lo_, act ii, sc. 1 (7).
(14) _Iago._
She that so young could give out such a seeming To seel her father's eyes up close as Oak.
_Ibid._, act iii, sc. 3 (209).
(15) _Marcius._
He that depends Upon your favours swims with fins of lead And hews down Oaks with rushes.
_Coriola.n.u.s_, act i, sc. 1 (183).
(16) _Arviragus._
To thee the Reed is as the Oak.
_Cymbeline_, act iv, sc. 2 (267).
(17) _Lear._
Oak-cleaving thunderbolts.
_King Lear_, act iii, sc. 2 (5).
(18) _Nathaniel._
Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll faithful prove; Those thoughts to me were Oaks, to thee like Osiers bow'd.
_Love's Labour's Lost_, act iv, sc. 2 (111).
[The same lines in the "Pa.s.sionate Pilgrim."]
(19) _Nestor._
When the splitting wind Makes flexible the knees of knotted Oaks.
_Troilus and Cressida_, act i, sc. 3 (49).
(20) _Volumnia._
To a cruel war I sent him, from whence he returned, his brows bound with Oak.
_Coriola.n.u.s_, act i, sc. 3 (14).
_Volumnia._
He comes the third time home with the Oaken garland.
_Ibid._, act ii, sc. 1 (137).
_Cominius._
He proved best man i' the field, and for his meed Was brow-bound with the Oak.
_Ibid._, act ii, sc. 2 (101).
_2nd Senator._
The worthy fellow is our general; he's the rock, the Oak, not to be wind-shaken.
_Ibid._, act v, sc. 2 (116).
_Volumnia._
To charge thy sulphur with a bolt That should but rive an Oak.
_Ibid._, act v, sc. 3 (152).
(21) _Casca._
I have seen tempests when the scolding winds Have rived the knotty Oaks.
_Julius Caesar_, act i, sc. 3 (5).
(22) _Celia._
I found him under a tree like a dropped Acorn.
_Rosalind._
It may well be called Jove's tree, when it drops forth such fruit.
