Haft cleans'd my bofom; I from thee departed
Thy penitent reform'd. Winter's Tale, A. 1, S. 2.
But, howsoever thou purfu'ft this act,

Taint not thy mind, nor let thy foul contrive
Against thy mother aught; leave her to heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bofom lodge,
To prick and fting her.

Hamlet, A. 1, S. 5.

Time was, I did him a defired office,
Dear almost as his life; which gratitude

Through flinty Tartar's bofom would peep forth,
And answer thanks.

All's well that ends well, A. 4, S. 4.

BOUNTY.

Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor;
Which, till my infant fortune comes to years,
Stands for my bounty. Richard II. A. 2, S. 3.

For his bounty,

There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas,
That grew the inore by reaping: his delights
Were dolphin-like; they fhew'd his back above
The element they liv'd in: in his livery

Walk'd crowns, and crownets.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 5, S. 2. Tell me, my daughters,

(Since now we will divest us, both of rule,

Interest of territory, cares of ftate),

Which of you, fhall we fay, doth love us moft?
That we our largest bounty may extend

Where nature doth with merit challenge 1.

Lear, A. 1, S. 1.

1 Where nature doth with merit challenge.] Where the claim of merit is fuperadded to that of nature, or where a fuperior degree of natural affection is joined to the claim of other merits. STEEVENS. "Challenge," in this place, feems to be rivalry, competition. "Where nature doth with merit challenge"--where nature and merit are contending for fuperiority. A. B.

I thank

--I thank thee, king,

For thy great bounty, that not only giv❜ft Me cause to wail, but teachest me the way How to lament the cause. Richard II. A. 4, S. 1. Use every man after his defert, and who fhall 'fcape whipping? Ufe them after your own honour and dignity: the lefs they deferve, the more merit is in your bounty. Hamlet, A. 2, S. 2.

I prefume,

That, as my hand has open'd bounty to you,

My heart dropp'd love, my power rain'd honour

more

On you, than any; fo your hand, and heart,
Your brain, and every function of your power,
Should, notwithstanding that your bond of duty,
As 'twere in love's particular, be more

To me, your friend, than any.

Henry VIII. A. 3, S. 2.

BOUR N.

From the dread fummit of this chalky bourn':
Look up a height ;-the fhrill gorg'd lark fo far
Cannot be seen or heard: do but look up.

Lear, A. 4, S. 6,

1 Chalky bourn.] Bourn feems here to fignify a hill. Its common fignification is a brook. Milton, in Čomus, ufes bofky bourn, in the fame fenfe, perhaps, with Shakespeare. But in both authors it may mean only a boundary. JOHNSON.

"Chalky bourn"--we should read “borne,” a boundary, to diftinguish it from bourn, a brook or river. Bourn, as Dr. John fon obferves, is in this place a bill.

Hills, it is well known, ferve in feveral parts of the world as boundaries of particular countries, fuch are the Alps, the Pyrenees, &c. &c. The term borne, therefore, which originally fignified nothing more than boundary, was at length corruptedly employed to fignify the hill itself---and thence "chalky borne," "bosky $6 borne," &c,

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A. B.

BOW

BOWEL S.

I do retort the folus in thy bowels :

For I can take.*

BOY.

Henry V. A. 2, S. 1.

There's nothing here that is too good for him,
But only she; and she deserves a lord,

That twenty fuch rude boys might tend upon,
And call her hourly, mistress.

All's well that ends well, A. 3, S. p.

I know them, yea,

And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple: Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mong'ring boys.

Much ado about nothing, A. 5, S. 1.

Good faith, this fame young fober blooded boy doth not love me; nor a man cannot make him laugh; but that's no marvel, he drinks no wine, There's never any of thefe demure boys come to any proof. Henry IV. P. 2, A. 4, S. 3,

Shall a beardless boy,

A cocker'd filken wanton brave our fields,
And flesh his spirit in a warlike foil,
Mocking the air with colours idly spread,
And find no check?

King John, A. 5, S. 1.

Hubert, throw thine eye

On yon young boy; I'll tell thee what, my friend,
He is a very ferpent in my way;

And, wherefoe'er this foot of mine doth tread,
He lies before me.

King John, A. 3, S. 3.

Father Cardinal, I have heard you say,

For I can take.] I know not well what he can take. The quarto reads talk. In our author to take is fometimes to blaft, which fenfe may ferve in this place. JOHNSON.

"Take" is undoubtedly the true reading. The meaning is, ---I am not to be bullied, I am not to be affronted with impunity,

A. B.

That

That we fhall fee and know our friends in heaven
If that be true, I fhall fee my boy again.

King John, A. 3, S. 4.

Where is your darling Rutland ?

Look, York; I ftain'd this napkin with the blood
That valiant Clifford, with his rapier's point,
Made iffue from the bofom of the boy:
And, if thine eyes can water for his death,
I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal.

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 1, S. 4.
My mother bows;

As if Olympus to a mole-hill should
In fupplication nod: and my young boy
Hath an afpect of interceffion, which
Great nature cries, Deny not.

Coriolanus, A. 5, S. 3.

Why doft not speak?

Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man
Still to remember wrongs?-Daughter, fpeak you;
He cares not for your weeping.-Speak thou, boy;
Perhaps, thy childishness will move him more
Than can our reasons.

We were, fair queen,

Coriolanus, A. 5, S. 3.

Two lads, that thought there was no more behind,
But fuch a day to-morrow as to day,

And to be boy eternal. Winter's Tale, A. 1, S. 2.
That most ungrateful boy there, by your fide,
From the rude fea's enrag'd and foamy mouth
Did I redeem; a wreck past hope he was:
His life I gave him, and did thereto add
My love.

Twelfth Night, A. 5. S. 1.

BREATH.

The deep-revolving witty Buckingham

No more fhall be the neighbour to my counfels:

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Hath

Hath he so long held out with me untir'd,

And ftops he now for breath?

Richard III. A. 4, S. 2.

Hinge thy knee,

And let his very breath, whom thoul't obferve,
Blow off thy cap; praife his most vicious ftrain,
And call it excellent.

Timon, A. 4, S. 3.

She speaks poniards, and every word ftabs: if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, fhe would infect to the North ftar, Much ado about nothing, A. 2, S, 1.

Here are fever'd lips,

Parted with fugar breath; fo fweet a bar

Should funder fuch fweet friends: here in her hairs
The painter plays the fpider, and hath woven
A golden mesh to entrap the hearts of men,

Fafter than gnats in cobwebs.

Merchant of Venice, A. 3, S. 2.

Give him no breath, but now

Make boot of his distraction: never anger

Made good guard for itself.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 4, S. 1,

Still, methinks,

There is an air comes from her; what fine chifel
Could ever yet cut breath? Let no man mock me,
For I will kifs her.
Winter's Tale, A.

5,

S. 3

O balmy breath, that doft almost perfuade
Juftice herself to break her fword! Once more.-
Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee,
And love thee after.
Othello, A. 5, S. 2,

A love that makes breath poor, and speech unable;
Beyond all manner of fo much I love you'.

Lear, A. 1, S. 1.
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Beyond all manner of fo much.] Beyond all affignable quan

tity.