This silk is white for bachelors and purple for masters.

"But I also need purple for the mountains."

According to the legend "a pharaoh had a rose painted purple for his queen.

All you had left was black, red, and purple for shirts.

That blue is just too purple for you.

Black, blue, and purple for a week, then green, then yellow, then back to normal.

In another scene, he asks: "Did everything just taste purple for a second?"

Some purple for which I paid much gold.

And you almost turn purple for the first night, your like, because it is the dead skin, you know that's going to fall off.

Limpid though such prose is meant to be, it's a little too purple for comfort.