Part 64 (2/2)

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.

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