on letter "P" Foods
The Taming of the Shrew, IV, 4:
BIONDELLO: I cannot tarry: I knew a wench married in an
afternoon as she went to the garden for parsley to
stuff a rabbit; and so may you, sir: and so, adieu,
sir. My master hath appointed me to go to Saint
Luke's, to bid the priest be ready to come against
you come with your appendix.
Much Ado About Nothing, II, 1:
BEATRICE: Do, do: he'll but break a comparison or two on me;
which, peradventure not marked or not laughed at,
strikes him into melancholy; and then there's a
partridge wing saved, for the fool will eat no
supper that night.
Henry IV, part 1, II, 1:
SECOND CARRIER: Peas and beans are as dank here as a dog, and that
is the next way to give poor jades the bots: this
house is turned upside down since Robin Ostler died.
A Midsummer Night's Dream, III, 1:
A Midsummer Night's Dream
Act 3, Scene 1
BOTTOM: I pray you, commend me to Mistress Squash, your
mother, and to Master Peascod, your father. Good
Master Peaseblossom, I shall desire you of more
acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you, sir?
BOTTOM: I had rather have a handful or two of dried peas.
But, I pray you, let none of your people stir me: I
have an exposition of sleep come upon me. (IV, 1)
Love's Labour's Lost, V, 2:
BEROWNE: This fellow pecks up wit as pigeons pease,
And utters it again when God doth please:
He is wit's pedler, and retails his wares
At wakes and wassails, meetings, markets, fairs....
Twelfth Night, I, 5:
MALVOLIO Not yet old enough for a man, nor young enough for
a boy; as a squash is before 'tis a peascod, or a
cooling when 'tis almost an apple: 'tis with him
in standing water, between boy and man. He is very
well-favoured and he speaks very shrewishly; one
would think his mother's milk were scarce out of him.
The Tempest, IV, 1:
IRIS Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas
Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats and pease;
Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep,
And flat meads thatch'd with stover, them to keep;
Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims,
Which spongy April at thy hest betrims,
To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom -groves,
Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,
Being lass-lorn: thy pole-clipt vineyard;
And thy sea-marge, sterile and rocky-hard,
Where thou thyself dost air;--the queen o' the sky,
Whose watery arch and messenger am I,
Bids thee leave these, and with her sovereign grace,
Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,
To come and sport: her peacocks fly amain:
Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.
The Merry Wives of Windsor, IV, 5:
FALSTAFF: I would all the world might be cozened; for I have
been cozened and beaten too. If it should come to
the ear of the court, how I have been transformed
and how my transformation hath been washed and
cudgelled, they would melt me out of my fat drop by
drop and liquor fishermen's boots with me; I warrant
they would whip me with their fine wits till I were
as crest-fallen as a dried pear.
All's Well That Ends Well, I, 1:
PAROLLES: Let me see: marry, ill, to like him that ne'er it
likes. 'Tis a commodity will lose the gloss with
lying; the longer kept, the less worth: off with 't
while 'tis vendible; answer the time of request.
Virginity, like an old courtier, wears her cap out
of fashion: richly suited, but unsuitable: just
like the brooch and the tooth-pick, which wear not
now. Your date is better in your pie and your
porridge than in your cheek; and your virginity,
your old virginity, is like one of our French
withered pears, it looks ill, it eats drily; marry,
'tis a withered pear; it was formerly better;
marry, yet 'tis a withered pear: will you anything with it?
King Henry IV, part 1, III, 1:
HOTSPUR: ... Swear me, Kate, like a lady as thou art,
A good mouth-filling oath, and leave 'in sooth,'
And such protest of pepper-gingerbread,
To velvet-guards and Sunday-citizens.
The Merry Wives of Windsor, III, 5:
FORD: ...I will now take the lecher; he is at my
house; he cannot 'scape me; 'tis impossible he
should; he cannot creep into a halfpenny purse,
nor into a pepper-box: but, lest the devil that
guides him should aid him, I will search
impossible places. Though what I am I cannot avoid,
yet to be what I would not shall not make me tame:
if I have horns to make one mad, let the proverb go
with me: I'll be horn-mad.
Twelfth Night, III, 4:
SIR ANDREW: Here's the challenge, read it: warrant there's
vinegar and pepper in't.
The Winter's Tale, IV, 4:
CLOWN: Advocate's the court-word for a pheasant: say you have none.
SHEPHERD: None, sir; I have no pheasant, cock nor hen.
Twelfth Night, I, 5:
SIR TOBY BELCH: 'Tis a gentle man here--a plague o' these
pickle-herring! How now, sot!
Anthony and Cleopatra, II, 5:
CLEOPATRA: What say you? Hence, [Strikes him again] Horrible villain! or I'll spurn thine eyes Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head: [She hales him up and down] Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine,
Smarting in lingering pickle.
King Henry IV, part 2, III, 2:
FALSTAFF: ...if the young dace be a bait for the
old pike, I see no reason in the law of nature but I
may snap at him. Let time shape, and there an end.
Henry VI, II, 1:
CARDINAL: What, art thou lame?
SIMPCOX: Aye, God Almighty help me!
SUFFOLK: How camest thou so?
SIMPCOX: A fall off of a tree.
WIFE: A plum tree, master.
GLOUCESTER: How long hast thou been blind?
SIMPCOX: Oh, born so, master.
GLOUCESTER: What, and wouldst climb a tree?
SIMPCOX: But that in all my life, when I was a youth.
WIFE: Too true, and bought his climbing very dear.
GLOUCESTER: Mass, thou lovedst plums well, that wouldst venture so.
SIMPCOX: Alas, good master, my wife desired some damsons, And made me climb, with danger of my life.
King John, II, 1:
CONSTANCE: Do, child, go to it grandam, child:
Give grandam kingdom, and it grandam will
Give it a plum, a cherry, and a fig:
There's a good grandam.
Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, II, 2:
HAMLET: Slanders, sir: for the satirical rogue says here
that old men have grey beards, that their faces are
wrinkled, their eyes purging thick amber and
plum-tree gum and that they have a plentiful lack of
wit, together with most weak hams: all which, sir,
though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet
I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down, for
yourself, sir, should be old as I am, if like a crab
you could go backward.
Venus and Adonis, Stanza 86:
'Fair queen,' quoth he, 'if any love you owe me,
Measure my strangeness with my unripe years:
Before I know myself, seek not to know me;
No fisher but the ungrown fry forbears:
The mellow plum doth fall, the green sticks fast,
Or being early pluck'd is sour to taste.
The Passionate Pilgrim, Stanza 10:
Sweet rose, fair flower, untimely pluck'd, soon vaded,
Pluck'd in the bud, and vaded in the spring!
Bright orient pearl, alack, too timely shaded!
Fair creature, kill'd too soon by death's sharp sting!
Like a green plum that hangs upon a tree,
And falls, through wind, before the fall should be.
All's Well That Ends Well, II, 3:
LAFEU: Go to, sir; you were beaten in Italy for picking a
kernel out of a pomegranate; you are a vagabond and no true traveller
Romeo and Juliet, III, 5:
JULIET Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear;
Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree:
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Othello, The Moor of Venice, III, 3:
IAGO: ... Not poppy, nor mandragora,
Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
Which thou owedst yesterday.
The Merchant of Venice, I, 3:
SHYLOCK: Yes, to smell pork; to eat of the habitation which
your prophet the Nazarite conjured the devil into. I
will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you,
walk with you, and so following, but I will not eat
with you, drink with you, nor pray with you....
LAUNCELOT: Truly, the more to blame he: we were Christians
enow before; e'en as many as could well live, one by
another. This making Christians will raise the
price of hogs: if we grow all to be pork-eaters, we
shall not shortly have a rasher on the coals for money. (III, 5)
JESSICA: Nay, you need not fear us, Lorenzo: Launcelot and I
are out. He tells me flatly, there is no mercy for
me in heaven, because I am a Jew's daughter: and he
says, you are no good member of the commonwealth,
for in converting Jews to Christians, you raise the
price of pork. (III, 5)
(sweet potato only--no white potatoes in England then)
Troilus and Cressida, V, 2:
THERSITES: How the devil Luxury, with his fat rump and
potato-finger, tickles these together! Fry, lechery, fry!
The Merry Wives of Windsor, V, 5:
FALSTAFF: My doe with the black scut! Let the sky rain
potatoes; let it thunder to the tune of Green
Sleeves, hail kissing-comfits and snow eringoes; let
there come a tempest of provocation, I will shelter me here.
King Henry IV, part 1, III, 3:
FALSTAFF: There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed
prune; nor no more truth in thee than in a drawn
fox; and for womanhood, Maid Marian may be the
deputy's wife of the ward to thee. Go, you thing,
The Merry Wives of Windsor, I, 1:
SLENDER: I had rather walk here, I thank you. I bruised
my shin th' other day with playing at sword and
dagger with a master of fence; three veneys for a
dish of stewed prunes; and, by my troth, I cannot
abide the smell of hot meat since. Why do your
dogs bark so? be there bears i' the town?
Measure for Measure, II, 1:
POMPEY: Sir, she came in great with child; and longing,
saving your honour's reverence, for stewed prunes;
sir, we had but two in the house, which at that very
distant time stood, as it were, in a fruit-dish, a
dish of some three-pence; your honours have seen
such dishes; they are not China dishes, but very
ESCALUS: Go to, go to. No matter for the dish, sir.
POMPEY: No, indeed, sir, not of a pin; you are therein in
the right: but to the point. As I say, this
Mistress Elbow, being, as I say, with child, and
being great-bellied, and longing, as I said, for
prunes; and having but two in the dish, as I said,
Master Froth here, this very man, having eaten the
rest, as I said, and, as I say, paying for them very
honestly; for, as you know, Master Froth, I could
not give you three-pence again.
ESCALUS: No indeed.
POMPEY: Very well: you being then, if you be remembered,
cracking the stones of the foresaid prunes,--
The Winter's Tale, IV, 3:
CLOWN: ...I must have saffron to colour the warden
pies; mace; dates?--none, that's out of my note;
nutmegs, seven; a race or two of ginger, but that I
may beg; four pound of prunes, and as many of
raisins o' the sun.