| (1) | Iris. | Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas Of Wheat, Rye, Barley, Vetches, Oats, and Pease. |
| Tempest, act iv, sc. 1 (60). |
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| (2) | Spring Song. | When shepherds pipe on Oaten straws. |
| Love's Labour's Lost, act v, sc. 2 (913). |
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| (3) | Bottom. | Truly a peck of provender; I could munchyour good dry Oats. |
| Midsummer Night's Dream, act iv, sc. 1 (35). |
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| (4) | Grumio. | Ay, sir, they be ready; the Oats have eatenthe horses. |
| Taming of the Shrew, act iii, sc. 2 (207). |
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| (5) | First Carrier. | Poor fellow, never joyed since the price ofOats roseāit was the death of him. |
| 1st Henry IV, act ii, sc. 1 (13). |
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| (6) | Captain. | I cannot draw a cart, nor eat dried Oats, If it be man's work, I'll do it. |
| King Lear, act v, sc. 3 (38). |