VINE

[see also Grapes*]

Song Come, thou monarch of the VINE,

Plumpy Bacchus, with pink eyne!

In thy fats our cares be drown’d,

With thy GRAPES our hairs be crown’d.

—Antony and Cleopatra [Act II, sc. 7]

TIMON

Dry up thy marrows, VINES,

and plough-torn leas.

—Timon of Athens [Act IV, sc. 3]

BURGUNDY

Her VINE, the merry cheerer of the heart,

Unpruned, dies.

Our vineyards, fallows, meads, and hedges,

Defective in their natures, grow to wildness.

—Henry V [Act V, sc. 2]

MORTIMER

And pithless arms, like to a wither’d VINE

That droops his sapless branches to the ground.

—Henry VI, Pt. 1 [Act II, sc. 5]

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]

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.

—Henry VIII [Act V, sc. 5]

KING 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]

ARVIRAGUS

And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine

His perishing root with the increasing VINE!

—Cymbeline [Act IV, sc. 2]

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]

CERES

VINES with clustering bunches growing,

Plants with goodly burthen bowing.

—Tempest [Act IV, sc. 1]

RICHMOND

Usurping boar,

That spoil’d your summer fields

and fruitful VINES.

—Richard III [Act V, sc. 2]

ARCITE

The VINE shall grow, but we shall never see it.

—Two Noble Kinsmen [Act II, sc. 2]

For one sweet GRAPE,

who will the VINE destroy?

—Lucrece