_Midsummer Night's Dream_, act iii, sc. 1 (165, 194). (3) _Bottom._ Where's the Mounsieur Mustardseed? _Mustardseed._ Ready. _Bottom._ Give me your neaf, Mounsieur Mustardseed. Pray you, leave your courtesy, good mounsieur. _Mustardseed._ What's your will? _Bottom._ Nothing, good mounsieur, but to help Cavalery Cobweb to scratch. _Ibid._, act iv, sc. 1 (18). (4) _Grumio._ What say you to a piece of beef and Mustard? _Katharine._ A dish that I do love to feed upon. _Grumio._ Ay, but the Mustard is too hot a little. _Katharine._ Why then, the beef, and let the Mustard rest. _Grumio._ Nay, then, I will not; you shall have the Mustard, Or else you get no beef of Grumio. _Katharine._ Then both, or one, or anything thou wilt. _Grumio._ Why then, the Mustard without the beef. _Taming of the Shrew_, act iv, sc. 3 (23). (5) _Rosalind._ Where learned you that oath, fool? _Touchstone._ Of a certain knight that swore by his honour they were good pancakes, and swore by his honour the mustard was naught; now I'll stand to it, the pancakes were naught, and the Mustard was good, yet was the knight not forsworn. . . . . You are not forsworn; no more was this knight swearing by his honour, for he never had any; or if he had, he had sworn it away before he ever saw those cakes or that Mustard. _As You Like It_, act i, sc. 2 (65).