BURDOCK

*Bur* Burres* Hardokes/Harlocks*

CORDELIA

Crown’d with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds

With *BURDOCKS, hemlocke,

nettles, cuckoo-flowres

Darnell, and all the idle weeds that grow

in our sustaining corn.

—King Lear [Act IV, sc. 4]

BURGUNDY

And nothing teems

But hateful docks, rough thistles,

kecksies, BURS.

—Henry V [Act V, sc. 2]

CELIA

They are but BURS, cousin,

thrown upon thee in holiday foolery;

if we walk not in the trodden paths

our very petticoats will catch them.

ROSALIND

I could shake them off of my coat;

these BURS are in my heart.

—As You Like It [Act I, sc. 3]

LUCIO

Nay, friar, I am a kind of BUR; I shall stick.

—Measure for Measure [Act IV, sc. 3]

LYSANDER

Hang off, thou cat, thou BURR.

—A Midsummer Night’s Dream [Act III, sc. 2]

PANDARUS

They are BURS, I can tell you;

they’ll stick where they are thrown.

—Troilus and Cressida [Act III, sc. 2]