Ash, root, weed (v.)

Coriolanus, [4.5.107-114]. Aufidius. “O Marcius, Marcius!/ Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my heart/ A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter/ Should from yond cloud speak divine things,/ And say ‘Tis true,’ I’d not believe them more/ Than thee, all-noble Marcius. Let me twine/ Mine arms about that body, whereagainst/ My grained ash an hundred times hath broke,/ And scarr’d the moon with splinters.”


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