OAK

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PROSPERO

To the dread rattling thunder

Have I given fire,

and rifted JOVE’S STOUT OAK

With his own bolt.

—Tempest [Act V, sc. 1]

WARWICK

Whose top-branch overpeer’d JOVE’S

SPREADING TREE

And kept low shrubs from winter’s powerful

wind.

—Henry VI, Pt. 3 [Act V, sc. 2]

BENEDICK

An OAK with but one

green leaf on it would

have answered her.

—Much Ado About Nothing [Act II, sc. 1]

ISABELLA

Thou split’st the unwedgable and gnarled OAK.

—Measure for Measure [Act II, sc. 2]

FIRST LORD

He lay along

Under an OAK, whose antique root peeps out

Upon the brook that brawls along this wood.

—As You Like It [Act II, sc. 1]

OLIVER

Under an OAK,

whose boughs were mossed with age,

And high top bald with dry antiquity.

—As You Like It [Act IV, sc. 3]

MARCIUS

He that depends

Upon your favours swims with fins of lead

And hews down OAKS with rushes.

—Coriolanus [Act I, sc. 1]

FENTON

Tonight at HERNE’S OAK,

just ’twixt twelve and one.

—Merry Wives of Windsor [Act IV, sc. 6]

ROSALIND

It may well be called JOVE’S TREE,

when it drops

forth such fruit.

—As You Like It [Act III, sc. 2]

FALSTAFF

Be you in the park about midnight at

HERNE’S OAK, and you shall see wonders.

—Merry Wives of Windsor [Act V, sc. 1]

PETER QUINCE

At the DUKE’S OAK we meet.

—A Midsummer Night’s Dream [Act I, sc. 2]

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MISTRESS PAGE

They are all couched in a pit hard by

HERNE’S OAK. . . .

MISTRESS FORD

The hour draws on. To the OAK, to the OAK!

—Merry Wives of Windsor [Act V, sc. 3]

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MISTRESS QUICKLY

Till ’tis one o’clock

Our dance of custom round about the OAK.

—Merry Wives of Windsor [Act V, sc. 5]

TIMON

The OAKS bear mast, the briers scarlet hips.

—Timon of Athens [Act IV, sc. 3]

NESTOR

When the splitting wind

Makes flexible the knees of knotted OAKS.

—Troilus and Cressida [Act I, sc. 3]

VOLUMNIA

He comes the third time home with the OAKEN garland.

—Coriolanus [Act II, sc. 1]

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TIMON

That numberless upon me struck as leaves

Do on the OAK, have with one winter’s brush

Fell from their boughs, and left me open, bare

For every storm that blows.

—Timon of Athens [Act IV, sc. 3]

IAGO

She that so young could give out such a seeming

To seal her father’s eyes up close as OAK.

—Othello [Act III, sc. 3]

PROSPERO

If thou more murmur’st, I will rend an OAK,

And peg thee in his knotty entrails.

—Tempest [Act I, sc. 2]

ARVIRAGUS

To thee the reed is as the OAK.

—Cymbeline [Act IV, sc. 2]

KING LEAR

OAK-cleaving thunderbolts.

—King Lear [Act III, sc. 2]

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]

VOLUMNIA

To a cruel war I sent him,

from whence he returned,

his brows bound with OAK.

—Coriolanus [Act I, sc. 3]

MESSENGER

And many strokes, though with a little axe,

Hew down and fell the hardest-timber’d OAK.

—Henry VI, Pt. 3 [Act II, sc. 1]

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MISTRESS PAGE

There is an old tale goes that Herne the Hunter,

Sometime a keeper here in Windsor Forest,

Doth all the winter time at still midnight

Walk round about an OAK,

with great ragg’d horns . . .

MASTER PAGE

Why yet there want not many that do fear

In deep of night to walk by

this HERNE’S OAK . . .

MISTRESS FORD

That Falstaff at that OAK shall meet with us.

—Merry Wives of Windsor [Act IV, sc. 4]

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MONTANO

What ribs of OAK,

when mountains melt on them,

Can hold the mortise?

—Othello [Act IV, sc. 1]

COMINIUS

He proved best man i’ the field, and for his meed

Was brow-bound with the OAK.

—Coriolanus [Act II, sc. 2]

SECOND SENATOR

The worthy fellow is our general; he’s the rock,

the OAK, not to be wind-shaken.

—Coriolanus [Act V, sc. 2]

VOLUMNIA

To charge thy sulphur with a bolt

That should but rive an OAK.

—Coriolanus [Act V, sc. 3]

CASCA

I have seen tempests when the scolding winds

Have rived the knotty OAKS.

—Julius Cæsar [Act I, sc. 3]

MESSENGER

About his head he wears the winner’s OKE.

—Two Noble Kinsmen [Act IV, sc. 2]

Time’s glory is . . .

To dry the old OAK’S sap.

—Lucrece

PAULINA

As ever OAK or stone was sound.

—Winter’s Tale [Act II, sc. 3]