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I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, sir, I have not much skill in Gra.s.s.
_All's Well that Ends Well_, act iv, sc. 5 (21).
(7) _Luciana._
If thou art changed to aught, 'tis to an a.s.s.
_Dromio of Syracuse._
'Tis true; she rides me, and I long for Gra.s.s.
_Comedy of Errors_, act ii, sc. 2 (201).
(8) _Bolingbroke._
Here we march Upon the Gra.s.sy carpet of the plain.
_Richard II_, act iii, sc. 3 (49).
(9) _King Richard._
And bedew Her pasture's Gra.s.s with faithful English blood.
_Ibid._ (100).
(10) _Ely._
Grew like the summer Gra.s.s, fastest by night, Unseen, yet crescive in his faculty.
_Henry V_, act i, sc. 1 (65).
(11) _King Henry._
Mowing like Gra.s.s Your fresh-fair virgins and your flowering infants.
_Ibid._, act iii, sc. 3 (13).
(12) _Grandpre._
And in their pale dull mouths the gimmal bit Lies foul with chew'd Gra.s.s, still and motionless.
_Henry V_, act iv, sc. 2 (49).
(13) _Suffolk._
Though standing naked on a mountain top Where biting cold would never let Gra.s.s grow.
_2nd Henry VI_, act iii, sc. 2 (336).
(14) _Cade._
All the realm shall be in common; and in Cheapside shall my palfrey go to Gra.s.s.
_Ibid._, act iv, sc. 2 (74).
(15) _Cade._
Wherefore on a brick wall have I climbed into this garden, to see if I can eat Gra.s.s or pick a Sallet another while, which is not amiss to cool a man's stomach this hot weather.
_Ibid._, act iv, sc. 10 (7).
(16) _Cade._
If I do not leave you all as dead as a door-nail, I pray G.o.d I may never eat Gra.s.s more.
_Ibid._ (42).
(17) _1st Bandit._
We cannot live on Gra.s.s, on berries, water, As beasts and birds and fishes.
_Timon of Athens_, act iv, sc. 3 (425).
(18) _Saturninus._
These tidings nip me, and I hang the head As Flowers with frost or Gra.s.s beat down with storms.
_t.i.tus Andronicus_, act iv, sc. 4 (70).
(19) _Hamlet._
Ay but, sir, "while the Gra.s.s grows"--the proverb is something musty.
_Hamlet_, act iii, sc. 2 (358).
