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BAS EN ES S.
Thou art not noble; For all the accommodations, that thou bear'st, Are nurs’d by baseness. Meas. for Meas. A. 3, S. 1,
B A SI L I S K.
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 so.
Winter's Tale, A. I,
B A T T L E.
in music : Turn him to any cause of policy, The gordian knot of it he will unloose, Familiar as his garter.
Henry V. A. 1, S, I. I call you fervile ministers, 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 Cast off his chains of bondage, and embrace His golden uncontrol'd enfranchisement, More than my dancing soul doth celebrate This feast of battle with mine adversary.
Richard II. A. I, S. 3. to declare. The Greeks, by their actions, seem degenerating into barbarism--They Shew an inclination to barbarism. This, I believe, is the meaning, and not, as Dr. Johnson supposes, that they openly declare they will not any longer be governed by policy. A. B.
Little of this great world can I speak,
Of no right, nor colour like to right,
Henry IV. P. 1, A. 3, S. 2.
Henry V. A. 4, S. 2. Their executors the knavish crows, Fly o'er them all, impatient for their hour. Description cannot suit itself in words, To demonstrate the life of such a battle In life so lifeless as it shews itself.
Henry V. A. 4, S. 2.
В A W соск.
? Wby, that's my bawcock.] Perhaps from beau and coq. It is fill faid, in vulgar language, that fuch a one is a jolly cock, a cock
of the game.
B E A U T Y.
-Look on beauty,
Merchant of Venice, A. 3, S. 2. Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
As you like it, A. 1, S. 3.
My beauty, though but mean,
Love's Labour Loft, A. 2, S. I.
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. I kiss these fingers for eternal peace, And lay them gently on thy tender side.
Henry VI. P. I, A. 5, S. 4. 'Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud; But, God he knows, thy share thereof is small : 'Tis virtue, that doth make them most admir'd; The contrary doth make thee wonder'd at.
Henry VI. P. 3, A. I, S. 4. She will not stay the fiege of loving terms, Nor bide the encounter of affailing eyes, Nor ope her lap to faint-seducing gold:
Mr. Steevens is right, I believe, in saying that “ bawcock" comes froin beau and coq; but it can hardly be supposed that Lee ontes, a king, should call his son a jolly cock, or a cock of the game. 66 That's bawcock," i. e. that's my
fine fellow. The Scots say, “ Bra Cock,” Bra is contracted of brave. A. B.
O, she is rich in beauty !
Romeo and Juliet, A. I, S. 1,
He loft a wife, Whose beauty did astonith the survey Of richest eyes; whose words all ears took captive; Whose dear perfection, hearts that scorn’d to serve, Humbly called mistress.
Alls well that ends well, A. 5, S. 3; Your beauty was the cause of that effect; Your beauty which did haunt me in my sleep, To undertake the death of all the world, So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom.
Richard III. A. I, S. 2. I never fu'd to friend, nor enemy; My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word; But now thy beauty is propos'd my fee, My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to speak.
Richard III. A. I, S. 2. You' nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames Into her scornful eyes! Infect her beauty, You fen-fuck'd fogs, drawn by the powerful sun, To fall and blast her pride! Lear, A. 2, S. 4: My lord and master loves you; 0, such love Could be buț recompens'd, though you were crown’d The nonpareil of beauty ! Twelfth Night, A. I, S. 5: ?Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on.
Twelfth Night, A. 1, S. 5: O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night, Like a rich jewel in an Æthiope's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
Romeo and Juliet, A. 1, S. 5.
Black masks Proclaim an enshield beauty ten times louder
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 goodness; but grace, being the soul of your complexion, should keep the body of it ever fair.
Measure for Measure, A. 3, S. 1.
Beauty is a witch, Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.
Much ado about nothing, A. 2, S. 1.
B E G G A R.
Merchant of Venice, A. 4, S, 1,
Mucb ado about nothing, A. 4, S. 1. Wisdom and blood combating in so tender a body, we have ten proofs to one, that blood hath the vic
Much ado about nothing, A. 2, S. 3.
Why, how now, gentlemen? What see
you in those papers, that you lose So much complexion ? look ye, how they change! Their cheeks are paper.-Why, what read you there, That hath so 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 shall gentle his condition; And gentlemen in England, now a bed,