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BASENESS.

Thou art not noble;

For all the accommodations, that thou bear'st,
Are nurs'd by bafenefs. Meaf. for Meaf. A. 3, S. 1.

BASILISK.

Yet do not go away;-Come, bafilifk,
And kill the innocent gazer with thy fight;
For in the fhade of death I shall find joy;
In life, but double death, now Glofter's dead.

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
A fearful battle render'd you 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. 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
Caft off his chains of bondage, and embrace
His golden uncontrol'd enfranchisement,
More than my dancing foul doth celebrate
This feaft of battle with mine adversary.

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.

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Little of this great world can I fpeak,

More than pertains to feats of broil and battle;
And therefore little fhall I grace my cause,

In fpeaking for myself.

Othello, A. 1, S. 3.

Of no right, nor colour like to right,
He doth fill fields with harness in the realm;
Turns head against the lion's armed jaws;
And being no more in debt to years than thou,
Leads ancient lords and reverend bishops on,
To bloody battles, and to bruifing arms.

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 ghosts did fhriek, and fqueal about the streets.
O Cæfar! these things are beyond all ufe,

And I do fear them. Julius Cæfar, A. 2, S., 2.
'Tis pofitive 'gainst all exception, lords,
That our fuperfluous lacqueys, and our peasants,
Who, in unneceffary action, fwarm

About our fquares of battle,-were enough
To purge this field of fuch a hilding foe.

Henry V. A. 4, S. 2.

Their executors the knavish crows,
Fly o'er them all, impatient for their hour.
Description cannot fuit itself in words,
To demonstrate the life of fuch a battle
In life fo lifelefs as it fhews itself.

Henry V. A. 4, S. 2.

BAW COCK.

Why, that's my bawcock'.

Winter's Tale, A. 1, S. 2.
BEAUTY.

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;
Which therein works a miracle in nature,
Making them lightest that wear most of it.

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,
Needs not the painted flourish of your praise;.
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,
Nor utter'd by bafe fale of chapmen's tongues.

Love's Labour Loft, A. 2, S. 1.

As plays the fun upon the glaffy ftreams,
Twinkling another counterfeited beam,
So feems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes.
Fain would I woo her, yet I dare not fpeak.
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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 kifs these fingers for eternal peace,

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

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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;
Your beauty which did haunt me in my fleep,
To undertake the death of all the world,

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
Into her fcornful eyes! Infect her beauty,
You fen-fuck'd fogs, drawn by the powerful fun,
To fall and blast her pride! Lear, A. 2, S.
My lord and mafter loves you; O, fuch love
Could be but recompens'd, though you were crown'd
The nonpareil of beauty! Twelfth Night, A. 1, S. 5.
'Tis beauty truly blent, whofe red and white
Nature's own fweet and cunning hand laid on.

Twelfth Night, A. 1, S. 5.
O, the doth teach the torches to burn bright!
Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night,
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;
Beauty too rich for ufe, for earth too dear!

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,
You teach me how a beggar fhould be anfwer'd.
Merchant of Venice, A. 4, S, 1,

BLO O D.

O, what authority and fhew of truth
Can cunning fin cover itself withal!

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;
And gentlemen in England, now a bed,

Shall

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