AUTHENTICITY.

Five justices' hands to it, and authorities more than my pack will hold.

W.T. iv. 3.

AUTHOR (See also POET, RHYMSTER).

Nay, do not wonder at it: you are made
Rather to wonder at the things you hear
Than to work any. Will you rhyme upon't,
And vent it for a mockery?

AUTHORITY (See also OFFICE).

O place! O form!

How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit,
Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wisest souls
To thy false seeming. Blood, thou still art blood:
Let's write good angel on the devil's horn,
Tis not the devil's crest.

Cym. v. 3.

Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar,
And the creature run from the cur: There,
There, thou might'st behold the great image of authority:
A dog's obeyed in office.

K. L. iv. 6.

Authority, though it err like others,
Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself,
That skins the vice o' the top.

I shall remember:

When Cæsar says,-Do this, it is perform'd.
Authority bears a credent bulk,

That no particular scandal once can touch
But it confounds the breather.

O, he sits high, in all the people's hearts;
And that which would appear offence in us,
His countenance, like richest alchemy,
Will change to virtue and to worthiness.

M.M. ii. 4.

Who will believe thee, Isabel!
My unsoil'd name, the austereness of my life,
My vouch against you, and my place i' the state,
Will so your accusation overweigh,
That you shall stifle in your own report,
And smell of calumny.

Thus can the demi-god, Authority,

Make us pay down for our offence by weight.

INSOLENCE OF.

Could great men thunder,

M. M. ii. 2.

J.C. i. 2.

M. M. iv. 4.

Well, I must be patient, there is no fettering of authority.

M. M. ii. 4.

J.C. i. 3.

A. W. ii. 3.

And though authority be a stubborn bear, yet he is oft led by the nose with gold.

W.T. iv. 3.

M.M. i. 3.

AUTHORITY,-continued.

As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet;
For every pelting petty officer

Would use his heaven for thunder; nothing but thunder.
Merciful heaven!

Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt,

Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak,

Than the soft myrtle. O, but man! proud man!
Dress'd in a little brief authority,

Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd,
His glassy essence, like an angry ape,

Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As make the angels weep.

M. M. ii. 2.

AUTUMN.

Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth
Of trembling winter.

B.

W.T. iv. 3.

BABBLER (See also TALKER).

Fie, what a spendthrift he is of his tongue!
Tut, tut, my lord, we will not stand to prate,
Talkers are no good doers, be assur'd:

T. ii. 1.

We go to use our hands, and not our tongues. R. III. i. 3. BACKING.

Call you that backing your friends? a plague upon such backing! give me them that will face me.

H. IV. PT. I. ii. 4.

BACKWARDNESS (See also FRIENDS COOLING).
Cousin, thou wast not wont to be so dull.

BADNESS.

Damnable, both sides rogue.

Abhorred slave;

Which any print of goodness will not take
Being capable of all ill.

God keep the prince from all the pack of you!
A knot you are of damned blood-suckers.

BALLADS.

R. III. iv. 2.

A. W. iv. 3.

T. i. 2.

R. III. iii. 3.

I love a ballad but even too well; if it be doleful matter merrily set down; or a very pleasant thing indeed, and sung lamentably.

Traduc'd by odious ballads.

W.T. iv. 3.

A. W. ii. 1.

BALLADS,-continued.

An I have not ballads made on you all, and sung to filthy tunes, let a cup of sack be my poison.

H. IV. PT. II. ii. 2.

I love a ballad in print a' life; for then we are sure they are true. W. T. iv. 3.

BALLAD-MONGERS (See also POETRY, RHYMSTERS).

I had rather be a kitten, and cry,―mew,
Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers:
I had rather hear a brazen can'stick turn'd,
Or a dry wheel grate on an axletree;

And that would set my teeth nothing on edge,
Nothing so much as mincing poetry ;
"Tis like the forc'd gait of a shuffling nag.

BALLAD-SINGER, ITINERANT.

H.VI. PT. iii. 1.

O master, if you did but hear the pedlar at the door, you would never dance again after a tabor and pipe; no, the bag-pipe could not move you: he sings several tunes, faster than you'll tell money; he utters them as he had eaten ballads, and all men's ears grow to their tunes. W. T. iv. 3. BANISHMENT.

R. J. iii. 3.

Banish'd, is banish'd from the world,
And world's exile is death: then banish'd
Is death misterm'd: calling death,-banishment,
Thou cut'st my head off with a golden axe,
And smil'st upon the stroke that murders me.
Then England's ground, farewell; sweet soil,
My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet!
Where'er I wander, boast of this I can,-
Though banish'd, yet a true-born Englishman. R. II. i. 3.
Banished?

O friar, the damned use that word in hell;
Howlings attend it.

adieu;

I've stoopt my neck under your injuries,
And sigh'd my English breath in foreign clouds.
Eating the bitter bread of banishment.

R. J. iii. 3.

R. II. iii. 1.

Banish me?

Banish your dotage; banish usury,
That makes the senate ugly.

T. A. iii. 5.

BANTERING.

With that, all laugh'd, and clapp'd him on the shoulder;
Making the bold wag, by their praises, bolder:

One rubb'd his elbow, thus; and fleer'd, and swore,
A better speech was never heard before.

L. L. v. 2.

BANTERING.-continued.

Close, in the name of jesting!

BASENESS.

GIRLS.

The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen
As is the razor's edge invisible,

Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen;

Above the sense of sense: so sensible
Seemeth their conference; their conceits have wings,
Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swifter things.

L. L. v. 2.

Base and unlustrous as the smoky light
That's fed with stinking tallow.

You shall mark
Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave,
That, doting on his own obsequious bondage,
Wears out his time, much like his master's ass,

Some kinds of baseness
Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters
Point to rich ends.

BASTARD.

For nought but provender, and, when he's old, cashier'd;
Whip me such honest knaves.

0. i. 1.

Why bastard? wherefore base?
When my dimensions are as well compact,
My mind as generous, and my shape as true,
As honest madam's issue?

Ha! Fie, these filthy vices! It were as good
To pardon him that hath from nature stolen
A man already made, as to remit

T. N. ii. 5.

Bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valour; in every thing illegitimate. T. C. v. 8.

Fine word,-legitimate!
Well, my legitimate, if this letter speed,
And my invention thrive, Edmund the base
Shall top the legitimate. I grow: I
Now, gods, stand up for bastards.

BATCHELOR.

Cym. i. 7.

prosper :

Their saucy sweetness, that do coin heaven's image
In stamps that are forbid: 'tis all as easy
Falsely to take away a life true made,
As to put mettle in restrained means,
To make a false one.

T. ii. 1.

K. L. i. 2.

M. M. ii. 4.

K. L. i. 2.

Because I will not do them the wrong to mistrust any, I

BATCHELOR,-continued.

will do myself the right to trust none; and the fine is, for the which I may go the finer, I will live a batchelor.

M. A. i. 1.

Shall I never see a batchelor of three score again?

's RECANTATION.

M. A. i. 1.

When I said I would die a batchelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.

BATTLE (See also WAR).

M. A. ii. 3.

R. II. i. 3.

With boisterous untun'd drums,
And harsh resounding trumpets' dreadful bray,
And grating shock of wrathful iron arms.
Being mounted, and both roused in their seats,
Their neighing coursers daring of the spur,
Their armed staves in charge, their beavers down,
Their eyes of fire sparkling through sights of steel,
And the loud trumpet blowing them together.

H. IV. PT. II. iv. 1.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead!
In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man,
As modest stillness and humility:

But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tyger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage:
Then lend the eye a terrible aspéct:

Let it pry through the portals of the head,
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth the galled rock

O'er-hang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.

Now set the teeth and stretch the nostrils wide,
Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit

To his full height! On, on, you noble English. H. V. ii. 1.
A thousand hearts are great within my bosom :
Advance our standards; set upon our foes!
Our ancient word of courage, fair St. George,
Inspires us with the spleen of fiery dragons!
Upon them!

R. III. v. 3.

Fight, gentlemen of England; fight boldly, yeomen :
Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head.
Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood:
Amaze the welkin with your broken staves.

R. III. v. 3.