Lime twig

Henry The Sixth, Part II, [3.3.12-18] Cardinal: Alive again? Then show me where he is./ I’ll give a thousand pound to look upon him./ He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them,/ Comb down his hair. Look, look! It stands upright/ Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul./ Give me some drink, and bid the apothecary/ Bring the strong poison that I bought of him.