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!”
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Riverside: ginger commonly used to spice ale.
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May 1, 2009 at 6:25 pm
[…] horse, and all other jades you may call beasts.” Henry IV.1, [2.1.25-26]; Twelfth Night, [2.3.113-119]; Measure for Measure, [4.3.1-11]; ginger bread, Love’s Labor’s Lost, [5.1.68-75]; The […]