BROOM

IRIS

And thy BROOM groves,

Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,

Being lass-lorn.

—Tempest [Act IV, sc. 1]

PUCK

I am sent with BROOM* before

To sweep the dust behind the door.

—A Midsummer Night’s Dream [Act V, sc. 1]

JAILER’S DAUGHTER

Yes, truly can I. I can sing The BROOM

and Bonny Robin. Are not you a tailor?

—Two Noble Kinsmen [Act IV, sc. 1]