The age is grown so picked, that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe. Hamlet, Act V., Sc. I.
If it were a kibe ’Twould put me to my slipper. Tempest, Act II., Sc. I.
If a man’s brains were in ’s heels, were ’t not in danger of kibes? King Lear, Act I., Sc. V.
Does your worship mean to geld and splay all the youth of the city? Measure for Measure, Act II., Sc. I.
Thou hast drawn my shoulder out of joint. Henry IV—2d, Act V., Sc. IV.
Were ’t my fitness To let these hands obey my blood, They are apt enough to dislocate and tear Thy flesh and bones:—howe’er thou art a fiend, A woman’s shape doth shield thee. King Lear, Act IV., Sc. II.
Charles in a moment threw him, and broke three of his ribs, * * * * there is little hope of life in him. As You Like It, Act I., Sc. II.
It is the first time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was sport for ladies. As You Like It, Act I., Sc. II.
On her left breast A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops I’ the bottom of a cowslip. Cymbeline, Act II., Sc. II.
Under her breast (Worthy the pressing) lies a mole, right proud Of that most delicate lodging. Cymbeline, Act II., Sc. IV.