APPENDIX 
i 95 
Host. Do I ? yea, in very truth, do I, an’ ’twere an aspen 
leaf: I cannot abide swaggerers. 
II.iv. 116. 
He a captain! Hang him, rogue ! He lives upon 
mouldy stewed prunes and dried cakes. 
II. iv. 157. 
His wit’s as thick as Tewkebury mustard. 
II. iv. 261. 
Fal. Because their legs are both of a bigness, and a’ plays 
at quoits well; and eats conger and fennel. 
II. iv. 265. 
P. Hen. Look, whether the withered elder hath not his 
poll clawed like a parrot. 
II. iv. 281. - 
Poins. Answer, thou dead elm, answer. 
II. iv. 358. 
Host. Well, fare thee well: I have known thee these 
twenty-nine years, come peascod-time; but an honester and 
truer-hearted man,—well, fare thee well. 
II. iv. 412. 
I do remember him at Clement’s Inn like a man made after 
supper of a cheese-paring : when a’ was naked, he was, for all 
the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved 
upon it with a knife. 
III. ii. 333 - 
... A’ was the very genius of famine; . . . and . . . 
called him—mandrake. 
HI. ii- 338. 
We shall be winnowed with so rough a wind 
That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff 
And good from bad find no partition. 
IV. i. 194. 
A hoop of gold to bind thy brothers in, 
That the united vessel of their blood, 
Mingled with venom of suggestion— 
As, force perforce, the age will pour it in— 
Shall never leak, though it do work as strong 
As aconitum or rash gunpowder. 
13—2 
IV. iv. 43. 
