FLAX

FORD

What, a hodge-pudding? a bag of FLAX?

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

CLIFFORD

Beauty that the tyrant oft reclaims

Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and FLAX.

—Henry VI, Pt. 2 [Act V, sc. 2]

SIR TOBY BELCH

Excellent; it hangs like FLAX on a distaff.

—Twelfth Night [Act I, sc. 3]

THIRD SERVANT

Go thou; I’ll fetch some FLAX

and white of eggs

To apply to his bleeding face.

—King Lear [Act III, sc. 7]

OPHELIA

His beard was as white as snow,

All FLAXEN was his poll.

—Hamlet [Act IV, sc. 5]

LEONTES

My wife deserves a name.

As rank as any FLAX-WENCH.

—Winter’s Tale [Act I, sc. 2]

EMILIA

It could

No more be hid in him than fire in FLAX.

—Two Noble Kinsmen [Act V, sc. 3]