As for my country I have shed my blood, Not fearing outward force, so shall my lungs Coin words till their decay against those measles, Which we disdain should tetter us, yet sought The very way to catch them. Coriolanus, Act III., Sc. I.
Gold! * * * * * * This yellow slave will make the hoar leprosy ador’d. Timon of Athens, Act IV., Sc. III.
Hoar the flamen, That scolds against the quality of flesh, And not believes himself. Timon of Athens, Act IV., Sc. III.
Itches, blains, Sow all the Athenian bosoms, and their crop Be general leprosy! Timon of Athens, Act IV., Sc. I.
Diseased nature oftimes breaks forth In strange eruptions. Henry IV., Act III., Sc. I.
For thine own bowels, which do call thee sire, The mere effusion of thy proper loins, Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum, For ending thee no sooner. Measure for Measure, Act III., Sc. I.
Now the dry serpigo on the subject! Troilus and Cressida, Act II., Sc. III.
A tailor might scratch her where ’er she did itch. Tempest, Act II., Sc. II.
In the midland counties of England a pimple was frequently called “a quat.”
I have rubb’d this young quat almost to a sense, And he grows angry. Othello. Act V., Sc. I.