_Measure for Measure_, act ii, sc. 1 (133).
(12) _Constable._
Let us quit all And give our Vineyards to a barbarous people.
_Henry V_, act iii, sc. 5 (3).
(13) _Burgundy._
Her Vine, the merry cheerer of the heart, Unpruned, dies. . . .
Our Vineyards, fallows, meads, and hedges, Defective in their natures, grow to wildness.
_Ibid._, act v, sc. 2 (41, 54).
(14) _Mortimer._
And pithless arms, like to a wither'd Vine That droops his sapless branches to the ground.
_1st Henry VI_, act ii, sc. 5 (11).
(15) _Cranmer._
In her days every man shall eat in safety, Under his own Vine, what he plants; and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
_Henry VIII_, act v, sc. 5 (34).
(16) _Cranmer._
Peace, plenty, love, truth, terror, That were the servants to this chosen infant, Shall then be his, and like a Vine grow to him.
_Ibid._ (48).
(17) _Lear._
Now, our joy, Although the last, not least; to whose young love The Vines of France and milk of Burgundy Strive to be interess'd.
_King Lear_, act i, sc. 1 (84).
(18) _Arviragus._
And let the stinking Elder, grief, untwine His perishing root with the increasing Vine!
_Cymbeline_, act iv, sc. 2 (59).
(19) _Adriana._
Thou art an Elm, my husband, I a Vine, Whose weakness married to thy stronger state Makes me with thy strength to communicate.
_Comedy of Errors_, act ii, sc. 2 (176).
(20) _Gonzalo._
Bound of land, tilth, Vineyard, none.
_Tempest_, act ii, sc. 1 (152).
(21) _Iris._
Thy pole-clipt Vineyard.
_Ibid._, act iv, sc. 1 (68).
(22) _Ceres._
Vines with cl.u.s.tering bunches growing, Plants with goodly burthen bowing.
_Ibid._ (112).
(23) _Richmond._
The usurping boar, That spoil'd your summer fields and fruitful Vines.
_Richard III_, act v, sc. 2 (7).
(24) _Isabella._
He hath a garden circ.u.mmured with brick, Whose western side is with a Vineyard back'd; And to that Vineyard is a planched gate, That makes his opening with this bigger key: This other doth command a little door, Which from the Vineyard to the garden leads.
_Measure for Measure_, act iv, sc. 1 (28).
(25)
The Vine shall grow, but we shall never see it.