CORN

GONZALO

No use of metal, CORN, or wine, or oil.

—Tempest [Act II, sc. 1]

DUKE VINCENTIO

Our CORN’S to reap,

for yet our tithe’s to sow.

—Measure for Measure [Act IV, sc. I]

TITANIA

. . . And in the shape of Corin sat all day,

Playing on pipes of CORN and versing love

To amorous Phillida.

—A Midsummer Night’s Dream [Act II, sc. 1]

TITANIA

The ploughman lost his sweat,

and the green CORN

Hath rotted ere his youth attain’d a beard;

—A Midsummer Night’s Dream [Act II, sc. 1]

EDWARD VI

What valiant foemen, like to autumn’s CORN,

Have we mowed down in tops of all their pride!

—Henry VI, Pt. 3 [Act V, sc. 7]

SONG [FIRST/SECOND PAGE]

That o’er the green CORN-FIELD did pass

In the spring time,

the only pretty ring time . . .

—As You Like It [Act V, sc. 3]

JOAN LA PUCELLE

Talk like the vulgar sort of market men

That come to gather money for their CORN.

—Henry VI, Pt. 1 [Act III, sc. 2]

JOAN LA PUCELLE

Poor market folks that come to sell their CORN.

—Henry VI, Pt. 1 [Act III, sc. 2]

JOAN LA PUCELLE

Good morrow, gallants!

want ye CORN for Bread?

—Henry VI, Pt. 1 [Act III, sc. 2]

BURGUNDY

I trust, ere long, to choke thee with thine own,

And make thee curse the harvest of that CORN.

—Henry VI, Pt. 1 [Act III, sc. 2]

DUCHESS OF GLOUCESTER/ELEANOR

Why droops my lord like over-ripened CORN

Hanging the head at Ceres’ plenteous load?

—Henry VI, Pt. 2 [Act I, sc. 2]

WARWICK

His well-proportioned beard

made rough and ragged

Like to the summer’s CORN by tempest lodged.

—Henry VI, Pt. 2 [Act III, sc. 2]

MOWBRAY

We shall be winnow’d with so rough a wind

That even our CORN

shall seem as light as chaff.

—Henry IV, Pt. 2 [Act IV, sc. 1]

MACBETH

Though bladed CORN be lodged and trees

blown down.

—Macbeth [Act IV,sc. 1]

LONGAVILLE

He weeds the CORN,

and still lets grow the weeding.

—Love’s Labour’s Lost [Act I, sc. 1]

BIRON

Allons! allons! sowed cockle, reap’d no CORN.

—Love’s Labour’s Lost [Act IV, sc. 3]

EDGAR

Sleepest or wakest thou, jolly shepherd?

Thy sheep be in the CORN.

—King Lear [Act III, sc. 6]

CORDELIA

All the idle weeds that grow

In our sustaining CORN.

—King Lear [Act IV, sc. 4]

DEMETRIUS

First thrash the CORN,

then after burn the straw.

—Titus Andronicus [Act II, sc. 3]

MARCUS

O, let me teach you how to knit again

This scattered CORN into one mutual sheaf.

—Titus Andronicus [Act V, sc. 3]

PERICLES

Our ships . . . are stored with CORN

to make your needy bread.

—Pericles [Act I, sc. 4]

CLEON

Your grace, that fed my country

with your CORN.

—Pericles [Act III, sc. 3]

FIRST CITIZEN

Let us kill him, and we’ll have CORN

at our own price. Is’t a verdict?

—Coriolanus [Act I, sc. 1]

MENENIUS

For CORN at their own rates.

—Coriolanus [Act I, sc. 1]

MARCIUS

The gods sent not CORN

for the rich men only.

—Coriolanus [Act I, sc. 1]

MARCIUS

The Volsces have much CORN.

—Coriolanus [Act I, sc. 1]

FIRST CITIZEN

For once we stood up about the CORN.

—Coriolanus [Act II, sc. 3]

BRUTUS

CORN was given them gratis.

—Coriolanus [Act III, sc. 1]

CORIOLANUS

Tell me of CORN!

—Coriolanus [Act III, sc. 1]

CORIOLANUS

Give forth

The CORN o’ the storehouse gratis,

as ’twas used

Sometime in Greece.

—Coriolanus [Act III, sc. 1]

CORIOLANUS

They know the CORN

Was not our recompense, . . .

This kind of service

Did not deserve CORN gratis.

—Coriolanus [Act III, sc. 1]

CRANMER

I am right glad to catch this good occasion

Most thoroughly to be winnow’d, where my chaff

And CORN shall fly asunder.

—Henry VIII [Act V, sc. 1]

CRANMER

Her foes shake like a field of beaten CORN

And hang their heads with sorrow.

—Henry VIII [Act V, sc. 5]

RICHARD II

We’ll make foul weather with despised tears;

Our sighs and they shall lodge

the summer CORN.

—Richard II [Act III, sc. 3]

ARCITE

And run

Swifter than wind upon a field of CORN

Curling the wealthy ears . . .

—Two Noble Kinsmen [Act II, sc. 3]

As CORN o’ergrown by weeds, so heedful fear

Is almost choked by unresisted lust.

—Lucrece