The plant-lore & garden-craft of Shakespeare - Part 4
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_Taming of the Shrew_, act i, sc. 1 (138).

(8) _Porter._

These are the youths that thunder at a playhouse, and fight for bitten Apples.

_Henry VIII_, act v, sc. 4 (63).

(9) _Song of Winter._

When roasted Crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl.

_Love's Labour's Lost_, act v, sc. 2 (935).

(10) _Puck._

And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl In very likeness of a roasted Crab; And when she drinks, against her lips I bob, And on her wither'd dewlap pour the ale.

_Midsummer Night's Dream_, act ii, sc. 1 (47).

(11) _Fool._

Shal't see thy other daughter will use thee kindly; for though she's as like this as a Crab's like an Apple, yet I can tell what I can tell.

_Lear._

Why, what can'st thou tell, my boy?

_Fool._

She will taste as like this as a Crab does to a Crab.

_King Lear_, act i, sc. 5 (14).

(12) _Caliban._

I prithee, let me bring thee where Crabs grow.

_Tempest_, act ii, sc. 2 (171).

(13) _Petruchio._

Nay, come, Kate, come, you must not look so sour.

_Katherine._

It is my fashion, when I see a Crab.

_Petruchio._

Why, here's no Crab, and therefore look not sour.

_Taming of the Shrew_, act ii, sc. 1 (229).

(14) _Menonius._

We have some old Crab-trees here at home that will not Be grafted to your relish.

_Coriola.n.u.s_, act ii, sc. 1 (205).

(15) _Suffolk._

n.o.ble stock Was graft with Crab-tree slip.

_2nd Henry VI_, act iii, sc. 2 (213).

(16) _Porter._

Fetch me a dozen Crab-tree staves, and strong ones.

_Henry VIII_, act v, sc. 4 (7).

(17) _Falstaff._

My skin hangs about me like an old lady's loose gown; I am withered like an old Apple-john.

_1st Henry IV_, act iii, sc. 3 (3).

(18) _1st Drawer._

What the devil hast thou brought there? Apple-johns? Thou knowest Sir John cannot endure an Apple-john.

_2nd Drawer._

Ma.s.s! thou sayest true; the prince once set a dish of Apple-johns before him, and told him there were five more Sir Johns; and putting off his hat, said, I will now take my leave of these six dry, round, old, withered knights.

_2nd Henry IV_, act ii, sc. 4 (1).