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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 fas.h.i.+on, 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).
