Why yet there want not many that do fear
In deep of night to walk by this Herne's Oak.

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_Mrs. Ford._

That Falstaff at that Oak shall meet with us.

_Merry Wives of Windsor_, act iv, sc. 4 (28).

_Fenton._

To night at Herne's Oak.

_Merry Wives of Windsor_, act iv, sc. 6 (19).

_Falstaff._

Be you in the park about midnight at Herne's Oak, and you
shall see wonders.

_Ibid._, act v, sc. 1 (11).

_Mrs. Page._

They are all couched in a pit hard by Herne's Oak.

* * * * *

_Mrs. Ford._

The hour draws on. To the Oak, to the Oak!

_Ibid._, act v, sc. 3 (14).

_Quickly._

Till 'tis one o'clock
Our dance of custom round about the Oak
Of Herne the Hunter, let us not forget.

_Ibid._, act v, sc. 5 (78).

(11) _Timon._

That numberless upon me stuck as leaves
Do on the Oak, have with one winter's brush
Fell from their boughs, and left me open, bare
For every storm that blows.

_Timon of Athens_, act iv, sc. 3 (263).

(12) _Timon._

The Oaks bear mast, the Briers scarlet hips.

_Ibid._ (422).

(13) _Montano._

What ribs of Oak, when mountains melt on them,
Can hold the mortise?

_Othello_, act ii, sc. 1 (7).

(14) _Iago._

She that so young could give out such a seeming
To seel her father's eyes up close as Oak.

_Ibid._, act iii, sc. 3 (209).

(15) _Marcius._

He that depends
Upon your favours swims with fins of lead
And hews down Oaks with rushes.

_Coriolanus_, act i, sc. 1 (183).

(16) _Arviragus._

To thee the Reed is as the Oak.

_Cymbeline_, act iv, sc. 2 (267).

(17) _Lear._

Oak-cleaving thunderbolts.

_King Lear_, act iii, sc. 2 (5).

(18) _Nathaniel._

Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll faithful prove;
Those thoughts to me were Oaks, to thee