Romeo. Your plantain leaf is excellent for that. Benvolio. For what, I pray thee? Romeo.For thy broken shin. Romeo and Juliet, Act I., Sc. II.
Moth. A wonder, master; here’s a Costard broken in a shin. Armado. Some enigma, some riddle: come,—thy l’envoy; begin. Costard. No egma, no riddle, no l’envoy; no salve in the male, sir; O sir, plantain, a plain plantain; * * * no salve, sir, but a plantain! Love’s Labour’s Lost, Act III., Sc. I.
The sovereign’st thing on earth Was parmaceti, for an inward bruise. Henry IV., Act I., Sc. III.
I do beseech your majesty, may salve The long-grown wounds of my intemperance. Henry IV., Act III., Sc. II.
Let us hence, my sovereign, to provide A salve for any sore that may betide. Henry VI—3d, Act. IV., Sc. VI.
Here is a letter, lady; The paper as the body of my friend, And every word in it a gaping wound, Issuing life-blood. Merchant of Venice, Act III., Sc. II.
He jests at scars, that never felt a wound. Romeo and Juliet, Act II., Sc. II.
Dercetas.This is his sword; I robb’d his wound of it. * * * Cæsar.* * * We do lance Diseases in our bodies. Antony and Cleopatra, Act V., Sc. I.
Men. Where is he wounded? Vol. I’ the shoulder and i’ the left arm: There will be large cicatrices to show the people. Coriolanus, Act II., Sc. I.
What wound did ever heal but by degrees? Othello, Act II., Sc. III.