THE TIM PLARS ix cvrnirs. [ACT II. FRANK. "lis So old n trco ! PHILIP. Tho rather, that it is ! An ancient evil must with all dispatch JJo abrogated—See, 'tis dead Ixslow, And thinks, poor fool, that it shall live for ever, With tho whole garden for its solo domain. FRANK. Yet, grabbing up its roots you must destroy Tho Larkspur too, the Chickwced, and tho Mushroom, And golden Wall-flower so rich of hue ! PHILIP. Ah, that's but painted dust !—Quito long enough Has all that rubbish from tho thirsting Roso Absorbed our Lord God's dew !—Ye noxious weeds ! The dew befits the Rose !—Away with you ! [Hoots out all the weeds. FRANK. Be not too hot ! PHILIP. Nay ! better hot than lukewarm ! FRAXK. Saintfoin you cultivate, and Clover too ? PHILIP. A German gardener brought it here ; 'tis good For fodder, so long-suffering too, it lets Itself be five times mown without complaint, And greatly prides itself if a sixth timo It brings to market its last remnant small Of vigour, just that my old ass may eat.— 'Tis verily an excellent good crop ! But has one serious fault ; it sucks its plot