poke

When the Pig is proffered, hold vp the poke.

And suddainly vntyes the Poke,

Which out of it sent such a smoke,

As ready was them all to choke,

So greeuous was the pother […]

… and as to shape, a nightmare has as much. Under the poke and the muff-box, the face sometimes entirely disappears …

She did not eat blood-oranges. Her maw gived her one in a poke and she was going to throw it in the bin, Oh it is all black.