Sapling

King Richard the Third, [3.4.67-76]. Richard III. “Then be your eyes the witness of their evil.” [Bares his arm.]” Look how I am bewitch’d! Behold mine arm/ Is, like a blasted sapling, wither’d up./ And this is Edward’s wife, that monstrous witch,/ Consorted with that harlot strumpet Shore,/ That by their witchcraft thus have marked me.” Hastings. “If they have done this deed, my noble lord–“ Richard III. “If? Thou protector of this damned strumpet,/ Talk’st thou to me of ‘ifs’? Thou art a traitor./ Off with his head!”