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Hath doubtfully pronounc'd thy throat fhall cut,
And mince it fans remorfe.

Timon, A. 4, S. 3.

Ah, my poor princes! ah, my tender babes!
My unblown flowers, new-appearing fweets!
If yet your gentle fouls fly in the air,

Hover about me with your airy wings.

Richard III. A. 4, S.

Thus lay the gentle babes, girdling each other
Within their alabafter innocent arms:

Their lips were four red rofes on a stalk,
Which, in their fummer beauty, kifs'd each other,
The most replenished sweet work of nature,
That, from the prime creation, e'er she fram❜d.
Richard III. A. 42

BACCHU S.

Come thou monarch of the vine,

Plumpy Bacchus, with pink eyne. *

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S. 3.

Antony and Cleopatra, A, 2, S. 7.

BACHELOR.

When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were marry'd.

Much ado about nothing, A. 2, S. 3. Shall I never fee a bachelor of threefcore again? Go to, i' faith; an thou wilt needs thrust thy neck into a yoke, wear the print of it, and figh away Sundays. Much ado about nothing, A. 1, S. 1.

with pink eyne.] Dr. Johnson, in his Dictionary, fays a pink eye is a fmall eye, and quotes this paffage for his authority. Pink eyne, however, may be red eyes. Eyes inflamed with drinking are very well appropriated to Bacchus.

STEEVENS.

"Pink eyne," in this place, I believe, are neither small eyes nor red eyes, but twinkling eyes; and fuch as are usually obferved in drunken perfons. To pink, is to wink with the eyes. "He is "quite pinky," for "he is quite fuddled," is now made ufe of in ordinary conversation.

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A. B.

Thy

'Thy broom groves,

Whofe fhadow the difmiffed bachelor loves.

Tempeft, A. 4, S. 1.

BANISH MEN T.

When thou dost hear I am as. I have been,
Approach me: and thou shalt be as thou waft,
The tutor and the feeder of my riots:

'Till then I banish thee. Henry IV. P. 2, A. 5, S. 5. Ha! banishment?

It comes not ill; I hate not to be banish'd;
It is a caufe worthy my spleen and fury,
That I may strike at Athens. I'll cheer up
My discontented troops, and lay for hearts.

Timon of Athens, A. 3, S. 5.

BANKRUPT.

Sweep on, you fat and greafy citizens;
'Tis juft the fashion: wherefore do you look
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?

As you like it, A. 2, S. 1.

BARBARIS M.

Whereupon the Grecians begin to proclaim barbarifm, and policy grows into an ill opinion.

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Troilus and Crefida, A. 5, S. 4.

BASE

and thy broom groves.] A grove of broom, I believe, was never heard of, as it is a low fhrub, and not a tree. Hanmer reads brown groves. STEEVENS. Broom is here ufed adjectively, I believe, for thick, clofe. The broom fhrub is remarkably clofe knit, and almost impervious.

A. B.

2 to proclaim barbarifm.] To fet up the authority of ignorance, to declare that they will be governed by policy no longer. JOHNSON. hew, and not

To proclaim, means in this place, I think, to

BASENESS.

Thou art not noble,

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

BASILISK.

Yet do not go away;-Come, bafilisk,
And kill the innocent gazer with thy fight;
For in the fhade of death I fhall 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 bafilisk :

I have look'd on thousands, who have sped the better By my regard, but kill'd none fo.

Winter's Tale, A. 1,

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BATTLE.

Lift his discourse of war, and you shall 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 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
Caft off his chains of bondage, and embrace
His golden uncontrol'd enfranchisement,
More than my dancing foul doth celebrate
This feast 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,

Horfes did neigh, and dying men did groan;
And ghofts did fhriek, and fqueal about the streets,
O Cæfar! these things are beyond all use,

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 squares of battle, were enough
Το 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 demonftrate the life of fuch a battle
In life fo lifelefs as it fhews itself.

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Why, that's my barcock.] 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.

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 chapinen's tongues.

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

As plays the fun upon the glaffy streams,
Twinkling another counterfeited beam,
So feems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes.
Fain would I woo her, yet I dare not speak.

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.

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Henry VI. P. 1, A. 5, S. 4. 'Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud; But, God he knows, thy fhare thereof is fmall: 'Tis virtue, that doth make them most admir'd; The contrary doth make thee wonder'd at.

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 1, S. 4. ̧ She will not stay the fiege of loving terms, Nor bide the encounter of affailing eyes, Nor ope her lap to faint-feducing gold:

Mr. Steevens is right, I believe, in faying that "bawcock" comes from beau and coq; but it can hardly be supposed that Leontes, a king, fhould 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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