Prune, fruit-dish

Measure for Measure, [2.1.89-110]. Pompey. “Sir, she came in great with child, and longing, saving your honor’s reverence, for stew’d prunes. Sir, we had but two in the house, which at that very distant time stood, as it were, in a fruit-dish, a dish of some three-pence — your honors have seen such dishes; they are not china dishes, but very good dishes–” . Escalus. “Go to, go to. No matter for the dish, sir.” Pompey. “No, indeed, sir, not for a pin; you are therein in the right. but to the point. As I say, this Mistress Elbow, being, as I say, with child, and being great-bellied, and longing, as I said, for prunes; and having but two in the dish, as I said, Master Froth here, this very man, having eaten the rest, as I said, and, as I say, paying for them very honestly –for, as you know, Master Froth, I could not give you three-pence again.” Froth. “No, indeed.” Pompey. “Very well; you being then, if you be rememb’red, cracking the stones of the foresaid prunes–” Froth. “Ay, so I did indeed.”