PLUM

*D am sons* Prunes*

FALSTAFF

There’s no more faith in thee

than in a stewed PRUNE.

—Henry IV, Pt. I [Act III, sc. 3]

HAMLET

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.

—Hamlet [Act II, sc. 2]

SHEPHERD’S SON/CLOWN

Four pounds of PRUNES,

and as many of raisins o’ the sun.

—Winter’s Tale [Act IV, sc. 3]

SCHOOLMASTER

Have my rudiments been labored so long

with you, milked unto you, and, by a figure,

even the very PLUM broth and marrow of my

understanding laid upon you?

—Two Noble Kinsmen [Act III, sc. 5]

SIR HUGH EVANS

I will dance and eat PLUMS at your wedding.

—Merry Wives of Windsor [Act V, sc. 5]

SIMPCOX

A fall off a tree.

WIFE

A PLUM-TREE, master.

—Henry VI, Pt. 2 [Act II, sc. 1]

The mellow PLUM doth fall,

the green sticks fast,

Or, being early pluck’d, is sour to taste.

—Venus and Adonis

SLENDER

Three veneys for a dish of stewed PRUNES.

—Merry Wives of Windsor [Act I, sc. 1]

DOLL TEARSHEET

Hang him, rogue; he lives upon

mouldy stewed PRUNES and dried cakes.

—Henry IV, Pt. 2 [Act II, sc. 4]

CONSTANCE

Give it a PLUM, a cherry, and a fig.

—King John [Act II, sc. 1]

POMPEY

Longing—saving your honour’s reverence—

for stewed PRUNES.

—Measure for Measure [Act II, sc. 1]

SECOND COUNTRYMAN

Hang him, PLUM porridge!

He wrestle? He roast eggs!

—Two Noble Kinsmen [Act II, sc. 3]

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.

—Henry VI, Pt. 2 [Act II, sc. 1]

POMPEY

And longing, as I said, for PRUNES.

—Measure for Measure [Act II, sc. 1]

POMPEY

You being then, if you be remembered,

cracking the stones of the foresaid PRUNES.

—Measure for Measure [Act II, sc. 1]