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Hath doubtfully pronounc'd thy throat shall cut,
And mince it sans remorse. Timor, A. 4, S. 3.
Ah, my poor princes! ah, my tender babes !
My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets !
If yet your gentle souls fly in the air,
Hover about me with your airy wings.

Richard III. A. 4, S. 4.
Thus lay the gentle babes, girdling each other
Within their alabafter innocent arms:
Their lips were four red roses on a stalk,
Which, in their fummer beauty, kiss'd each other,
The most replenished sweet work of nature,
That, from the prime creation, e'er she fram’d.

Richard III. A. 4, §. 3.

B A C C H U S. Come thou monarch of the vine, Plumpy Bacchus, with pink eyne.'

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 see a bachelor of threescore again? Go to, i' faith ; an thou wilt needs thrust thy neck into a yoke, wear the print of it, and sigh away Sundays.

Mucb ado about nothing, A. I, S. 1.

with pink eyne. ] Dr. Johnson, in his Dictionary, says a pink eye is a small eye, and quotes this passage for his authority. Pink eyne, however, may be red eyes. Eyes inflamed with drinke ing 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 such as are usually observed in drunken persons. To pink, is to wink with the eyes.

16. He is quite pinky,” for “ he is quite fuddled,” is now made use of in ordinary conversation.

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Thy broom groves, Whose shadow the dismiffed bachelor loves.

Tempest, A. 4, S. 1.

B A N I SH M E N T.
When thou dost hear I am as. I have been,
Approach me: 'and-thou shalt be as thou wast,
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 cause worthy my spleen and fury,
That I may strike at Athens.

strike at Athens. I'll cheer up My discontented troops, and lay for hearts.

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

BANK R U PT.
Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens;
'Tis just the fashion : wherefore do you look
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?

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

B A R B A R I S M. Whereupon the Grecians begin to proclaim barbarismo, and policy grows into an ill opinion. Troilus and Cresida, A. 5, S. 4.

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and thy broom groves.] A grove of broom, I believe, was never heard of, as it is a low shrub, and not a tree. Hanmer reads brown groves.

STEEVENS. Broom is here used adjectively, I believe, for thick, close. Thc broom shrub is remarkably close knit, and almost impervious.

A. B. to proclaim barbarism.] To set up the authority of ignorance, to declare that they will be governed by policy no longer.

JOHNSO To proclaim, means in this place, I think, to fooru, and not

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Thou art not noble ; For all the accommodations, that thou bear'st, Are nurs’d by baseness. Meas. for Meas. A. 3, S. 1.

BASI L I S K.
Yet do not go away;-Come, basilisk,
And kill the innocent gazer with thy sight;
For in the shade of death I shall find joy;
In life, but double death, now Gloster's dead.

Henry VI, P.2, A. 3, S. 2.
Make me not sighted 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, S. 2.

B A T T L E. List 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 servile 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 foul doth celebrate This feast of battle with mine adversary.

Richard II. A, I, S. 3. to declare. The Greeks, by their a&tions, feem degenerating into barbarism-They thew 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.

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Little of this great world can I speak,
More than pertains to feats of broil and battle;
And therefore little shall I grace my cause,
In speaking for myself. Oibello, 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 bruising 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 shriek, and squeal about the streets,
O Cæsar! these things are beyond all use,
And I do fear them. Julius Cefar, A. 2, S, 2,
'Tis positive 'gainst all exception, lords,
That our superfluous lacqueys, and our peasants,
Who, in unnecessary action, swarm
About our squares of battle,--were enough
To purge this field of such a hilding foe.

Henry V. A. 4, S. 2, Their executors the knavilh crows, Fly o'er them all, impatient for their hour. Description cannot fuit itself in words, To demonstrate the life of such a battle In life fo lifeless as it shews itself.

Henry V. A. 4, S. 2,
BA W COC K.
Why, that's

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Winter's Tale, A. I, S. 2,

BE A U T Y.

Why, that's my bawcock.] Perhaps from beau and coq. It is till faid, in vulgar language, that such a one is a jolly cock, a cock

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of the game.

BE A U T Y.

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Look on beauty,
And you shall see '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 sooner 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 base sale of chapinen's tongues.

Love's Labour Loft, A. 2, S. 1. As plays the sun upon the glassy streams, Twinkling another counterfeited beam, So seems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes. Fain would I woo her, yet 1 dare not speak.

Henry VI. P. 1, A. 5, S. 4. Oh fairest 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. 1, A. 5, S. 4. 'Tis beauty that doth oft inake 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. 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-seducing gold: Mr. Steevens is right, I believe, in saying that “ bawcock" comes from beau and coq; but it can hardly be supposed that Leontes, a king, should call his son a jolly cock, or a cock of the game.

“That's my bawcock,” in c. that's my fine fellow. The Scots say, “ Bra Cock.” Bra is contracted of brave. A. B.

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