The plant-lore & garden-craft of Shakespeare - LightNovelsOnl.com
You're reading novel online at LightNovelsOnl.com. Please use the follow button to get notifications about your favorite novels and its latest chapters so you can come back anytime and won't miss anything.
FOOTNOTES:
[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).
