Shakespeare in the Garden

I've been trying to come up with new ways to keep my crew at work motivated and to convey the daily task list in a less monotonous form (because, let's face it, gardening isn't all glamorous work, sometimes we have to get our hands dirty).

This week I'm going to try a Shakespearean approach and see how it goes:

GARDENER [to the first man]

       Go, bind thou up young dangling apricots

Which, like unruly children, make their sire

Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight.

Give some supportance to the bending twigs.

[to second man] Go thou, and, like an executioner, 

Cut off the heads of too fast-growing sprays

That look too lofty in our commonwealth.

All must be even in our government.

You thus employed, I will go root away

The noisome weeds which without profit suck

The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers.

[The Tragedy of King Richard the Second, Act III, Scene IV]

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