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Oak

Coriolanus, [5.3.148-155]. Volumnia. “Speak to me, son,/ Thou hast affected the fine strains of honor,/ To imitate the graces of the gods;/ To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o’ th’ air,/ And yet to charge thy sulphur with a bolt/ That should but rive an oak. Why dost not speak?/ Think’st thou it honorable for a nobleman/ Still to remember wrongs?”

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  1. Shakespeare’s Plants (alphabetical) « PLANTS Says:
    May 1, 2009 at 6:36 pm

    […] Coriolanus, [2.1.121-127]; Coriolanus, [2.2.97-107]; Coriolanus, [5.2.110-112]; Coriolanus, [5.3.148-155]; Cymbeline, [4.2.265-270]; Love’s Labor’s Lost, [4.2.102-107]; The Passionate Pilgrim, […]

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