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Extended or contracted all proportions,
To a most hideous object.
All's well that ends well, A. 5, S. 3.
I could well
Beteem them' from the tempeft of mine eyes.
Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 1, S. 1.
What peremptory eagle-lighted eye
Dares look upon the heaven of her brow,
That is not blinded by her majesty ?
Love's Labour Loft, A. 4, S. 3.
My ashes, as the Phænix, .may bring forth
A bird, that will revenge upon you all,
And, in that hope, I throw mine eyes to heaven,
Scorning whare'er you can afflict me with.
Henry VI. P. 3. A. I, S. 4.
-This town is full of cozenage,
As, nimble jugglers, that deceive the eye,
forcerers, that change the mind,
Soul-killing witches, that deform the body;
Disguised cheaters, prating mountebanks.
Comedy of Errors, A. I, S. 2.
Their horsemen fit like fixed candlesticks,
With torch-ftaves in their hand; and their poor jades
Lob down their heads, dropping their hides and hips;
gum down-roping from their pale-dead eyes;
And in their pale dull mouths the gimmal bit
Lies foul with chew'd grass, still and motionless.
Henry V. A. 4, $. 2.
* Beteem them.] Give them, bestow upon them. The word is used by Spenser.
I rather think, that to betecm in this place fignifies, as in the
northern counties, to pour out from tommer, Danish.
To “ beteem," is to bring forth, to grow. We should read,
" Yet could I well
“ Beteem them from the tempest of mine eyes.”.
joe, yet could I with my tears cause them to grow or flourish. A.B.
There is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes,
I see you stand like greyhounds in the flips,
Straining upon the start. Henry V. A. 3, S. 1.
Farewell, my lord ; securely I efpy
Virtue with valour couched in thine eye.
Richard II. A. I, S. 3.
As in a theatre, the eyes of men,
After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage,
Are idly bent on him that enters next :
Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes
Did scowl on Richard, Richard II. A. 5, S. 2.
You would have thought, the very windows spake
So many greedy looks of young and old,
Through casements darted their desiring eyes
Upon his visage.
Richard II. A. 5, S. 2.
O thou dull God, why ly'st thou with the vile,
In loathsome beds, and leav'st the kingly couch,
A watch-case, or a common larum bell ? '
Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast
up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains
In cradle of the rude imperious surge;
And in the visitation of the winds,
Who take the ruffian billows by the top,
Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them,
With deafʼning clamours in the flippery clouds,
That, with the hurly, death itfelf awakes ?
Henry IV. P. 2, A. 3, S. 1.
The bird that hath been limed in a bush,
With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush;
And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird,
Have now the fatal object in my eye,
Where my poor young was lim'd, was caught, and
kill'd. Henry VI. P. 3, A. 5, S. 6.
Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds,
Having the fearful flying hare in fight,
With fiery eyes, sparkling for very wrath,
And bloody steel grasp'd in their ireful hands,
Are at our backs. Henry VI. P. 3, A. 2, S. 5.
I think him better than I say,
And yet, would herein others' eyes were worse :
Far from her nest the lapwing cries away;
My heart prays for him, though my tongue do curse.
Comedy of Errors, A. 4, S. 2. Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye, Than twenty of their swords.
Romeo and Juliet, A. 2, S. 2.
Some strange commotion
Is in his brain : he bites his lip and starts;
Stops on a sudden, looks upon the ground,
Then lays his finger on his temple; straight,
Springs out into fast gait; then, stops again,
Strikes his breast hard, and anon he casts
His eyes against the moon.
Henry VIII. A. 3, S. 2.
What means that hand upon that breast of thine?
Why holds thine eye the lamentable rheum,
Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds ?
King John, A. 3, S. 1. Command these fretting waters from your eyes With a light heart.
Measure for Measure, A. 4, S. 3. Let me not hold my tongue; let me not, Hubert ! Or, Hubert, if you will, cut out my tongue, So I may keep mine eyes; O, spare mine eyes; Though to no use, but still to look on you!
K. John, A. 4, S. 1. A fearful eye thou hast; where is that blood, That I have seen inhabit in those cheeks? So foul a sky clears not without a storm; Pour down thy weather. King John, A. 4, S. 2.
By this scimitar,---
I would out-stare the sterneft eyes that look,
Out-brave the heart most daring on the earth,
Pluck the young fucking cubs from the she-bear,
Yea, mock the lion when he roars for prey,
To win thee, lady.
Merchant of Venice, A. 2, $. I.
That same eye, whose bend doth awe the world,
Did lose his lustre; I did hear him
Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Roinans
Mark him, and write his speeches in their books,
Alas! it cry'd, give me some drink, Titinius,
As a sick girl. Julius Cæfar, A. 1, S. 2.
A ' pretty peat ! 'tis best
Put finger in the eye.
Taming of the Sbrew, A. I, S. .
Would with themselves shut up my thoughts.
Tempest, X. 2, S. II
Never gaz'd the moon
Upon the water, as he'll stand and read,
As 'twere my daughter's eyes.
Winter's Tale, A. 4, S. 34
The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,
And say what thou seest yond'.
Tempest, A. 1, S. 2.
I would have broke mine eye-strings, crack'd them,
To look upon him, till the diminution
Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle:
Nay, follow'd him, till he had melted from
* Pretty peat!] Peat, or pet, is a word of endearment, fron petit, little, -as if it meant pretty little thing. JOHNSON.
"Pretty peat,” is pretty lamb. A per lambis a lamb brought up in the house.
The smallness of a gnat to air; and then
Have türn'a mine eye, and wept.
Cymbeline, A. -1, S. 4:
Were not in fault, for she was beautiful ;
Mine ears, that heard her flattery ; nor my heart,
That thought her like her seeming; it had been
To have mistrusted her. Cymbeline, A. 5.
Like a cloistress, she will veiled walk,
And water once a day her chamber round
With eye-offending brine.
Twelfth Night, A. 1, S. 1.
O, when my eyes did see Olivia first,
Methought, she purg'd the air of pestilence.
Twelfth Night, A. 1, S. 1,
Methinks, I feel this youth's perfections,
With an invisible and subtle stealth,
To creep in at my eyes.
Twelfth Night, A. 1, S. 5.
Oh, happy fair !
Your eyes are lode-stars, and your tongue's sweet air,
More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear,
When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear.
Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 1, S. 1.
Alas ! how is't with you?
That you do bend your eye on vacancy,
And with the incorporal air do hold discourse ?
Hamlet, A. 3, S. 4.
Come, fir page;
welkin eye?; sweet villain!
Winter's Tale, A. 1, S. 2.
Welkin rye.] Blue eye; 'an eye of
With the wolkin, or sky.
e fame colour
JOHNSON. « A wel.