COCKLE

BIRON

Allons! allons! Sowed COCKLE, reap’d no corn.

—Love’s Labour’s Lost [Act IV, sc. 3]

CORIOLANUS

We nourish ’gainst our senate

The COCKLE of rebellion, insolence, sedition,

Which we ourselves have plough’d for,

sow’d for, and scatter’d

By mingling them with us . . .

—Coriolanus [Act III, sc. 1]

JAILER’S DAUGHTER

There is at least two hundred now with child

by him—there must be four;

yet I keep close for all this, close as a COCKLE.

—Two Noble Kinsmen [Act IV, sc. 1]

OPHELIA [SINGS]

How should I your true love know

From another one?

By his COCKLE hat and staff,

And his sandal shoon.

—Hamlet [Act IV, sc. 5]