Twelfth Night, [2.3.113-119]. Sir Toby. “Out o’ tune, sir? Ye lie. Art any more than a steward? Dos thou think, because ethou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?” Clown. “Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i’ th’ mouth too.” Sir Toby. “Th’art i’th’ right. Go, sir, rub your chain with crumbs. A stoup of wine, Maria!”

Riverside: ginger commonly used to spice ale.

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