YEW

SONG [FESTE]

My shroud of white, stuck all with YEW,

O, prepare it.

—Twelfth Night [Act II, sc. 4]

SCROOP

Thy very beadsmen learn to bend their bows

Of double-fatal YEW against thy state.

—Richard II [Act III, sc. 2]

TAMORA

But straight they told me they would bind me here

Unto the body of a dismal YEW,

And leave me to this miserable death.

—Titus Andronicus [Act II, sc. 3]

PARIS

Under yond YEW-trees lay thee all along,

Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground;

So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread

[Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves]

But thou shalt hear it.

—Romeo and Juliet [Act V, sc. 3]

BALTHASAR

As I did sleep under this YEW tree here,

I dreamt my master and another fought,

And that my master slew him.

—Romeo and Juliet [Act V, sc. 3]

THIRD WITCH

Gall of goat, and slips of YEW

Sliver’d in the moon’s eclipse.

—Macbeth [Act IV, sc. 1]