SYCAMORE

BENVOLIO

Underneath the grove of SYCAMORE

That westward rooteth from this city side,

So early walking did I see your son.

—Romeo and Juliet [Act I, sc. 1]

DESDEMONA [SINGING]

The poor soul sat sighing

by a SYCAMORE tree.

—Othello [Act IV, sc. 3]

BOYET

Under the cool shade of a SYCAMORE

I thought to close mine eyes some half an hour.

—Love’s Labour’s Lost [Act V, sc. 2]