BASENESS. Thou art not noble; For all the accommodations, that thou bear'st, BASILISK. Yet do not go away;-Come, bafilifk, Henry VI. P. 2, A. 3, S. 2. Make me not fighted like the basilisk : I have look'd on thousands, who have sped the better By my regard, but kill'd none fo. Winter's Tale, A. 1, S. 2. BATTLE. Lift his difcourfe of war, and you fhall hear The gordian knot of it he will unloose, Henry V. A. 1, S. 1. I call you fervile minifters, That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Your high engender'd battles, 'gainst a head So old and white as this. Lear, A. 3, S. 2. Never did captive with a freer heart Richard II. A. 1, S. 3. to declare. The Greeks, by their actions, feem degenerating into barbarifm-They fhew an inclination to barbarifm. This, I believe, is the meaning, and not, as Dr. Johnson fuppofes, that they openly declare they will not any longer be governed by policy. A. B. Little of this great world can I fpeak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle; In fpeaking for myself. Othello, A. 1, S. 3. Of no right, nor colour like to right, Henry IV. P. 1, A. 3, S. 2. The noise of battle hurtled in the air, Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan; And I do fear them. Julius Cæfar, A. 2, S., 2. About our fquares of battle,-were enough Henry V. A. 4, S. 2. Their executors the knavish crows, Henry V. A. 4, S. 2. BAW COCK. Why, that's my bawcock'. Winter's Tale, A. 1, S. 2. Why, that's my bawcock.] Perhaps from beau and coq. It is still said, in vulgar language, that fuch a one is a jolly cock, a cock of the game, STEEVENS. Mr. BEAUTY. -Look on beauty, And you shall fee 'tis purchas'd by the weight; Merchant of Venice, A. 3, S. 2. Beauty provoketh thieves fooner than gold. As you like it, A. 1, S. 3. My beauty, though but mean, Love's Labour Loft, A. 2, S. 1. As plays the fun upon the glaffy ftreams, Henry VI. P. 1, A. 5, S. 4. Oh faireft beauty, do not fear, nor fly; For I will touch thee but with reverent hands. And lay them gently on thy tender fide. Henry VI. P. 1, I, A. 5, 'Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud; But, God he knows, thy fhare thereof is small : 'Tis virtue, that doth make them most admir'd; The contrary doth make thee wonder'd at. S. 4. Henry VI. P. 3, A. 1, S. 4. She will not stay the fiege of loving terms, Nor bide the encounter of affailing eyes, ope her lap to faint-feducing gold: Nor Mr. Steevens is right, I believe, in faying that "bawcock" comes from beau and coq; but it can hardly be fuppofed that Leontes, a king, should call his fon a jolly cock, or a cock of the game. "That's my bawcock," i. e. that's my fine fellow. The Scots fay, " Bra Cock." Bra is contracted of brave. A. B. O, the € 4 O, she is rich in beauty! Romeo and Juliet, A. 1, S. 1, He loft a wife, Whose beauty did astonish the furvey Of richeft eyes; whofe words all ears took captive; Whofe dear perfection, hearts that fcorn'd to serve, Humbly call'd miftrefs. All's well that ends well, A. 5, S. 3: Your beauty was the cause of that effect; So I might live one hour in your fweet bofom. Richard III. A. 1, S. 2. I never fu'd to friend, nor enemy; My tongue could never learn fweet foothing word; But now thy beauty is propos'd my fee, My proud heart fues, and prompts my tongue to fpeak. Richard III. A. 1, S. 2. 4. You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames Twelfth Night, A. 1, S. 5. Romeo and Juliet, A. 1, S. 5. Black masks Proclaim an enshield beauty ten times louder Than Than beauty could display'd. Measure for Measure, A. 2, S. 4. The hand that hath made you fair, hath made you good: the goodness, that is cheap in beauty, makes beauty brief in goodnefs; but grace, being the foul of your complexion, fhould keep the body of it ever fair. Meafure for Measure, A. 3, S. 1. Beauty is a witch, Against whose charms faith melteth into blood. I. Much ado about nothing, A. 2, S. 1. BEG G GA R. I fee, Sir, you are liberal in offers: You taught me firft to beg; and now, methinks, BLO O D. O, what authority and fhew of truth Comes not that blood, as modest evidence, To witness fimple virtue? Much ado about nothing, A. 4, S. 1. Wisdom and blood combating in fo tender a body, we have ten proofs to one, that blood hath the vicMuch ado about nothing, A. 2, S. 3. tory. Why, how now, gentlemen? What fee you in thofe papers, that you lofe So much complexion? look ye, how they change! Their cheeks are paper.-Why, what read you there, That hath fo cowarded and chas'd your blood Out of appearance? Henry V. A. 2, S. 2. He, to day that sheds his blood with me, Shall be my brother; be he ne'er fo vile, This day fhall gentle his condition; Shall |