BARLEY

IRIS

Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas

Of wheat, rye, BARLEY, vetches,

oats, and pease.

—Tempest [Act IV, sc. 1]

CONSTABLE

Can sodden water,

A drench for sur-rein’d jades,

their BARLEY broth,

Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat?

—Henry V [Act III, sc. 5]

JAILER’S DAUGHTER

Sometime we go to BARLEY-BREAK,

we of the blessed.

—Two Noble Kinsmen [Act IV, sc. 3]