BANTERING.-continued. Close, in the name of jesting! GIRLS. The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen; Above the sense of sense: so sensible T. N. ii. 5. Seemeth their conference; their conceits have wings, BASENESS. Base and unlustrous as the smoky light Many a duteous and knee-crocking knave, You shall mark That, doting on his own obsequious bondage, Wears out his time, much like his master's ass, L. L. v. 2. Cym. i. 7. For nought but provender, and, when he's old, cashier'd; Whip me such honest knaves. Some kinds of baseness 0. i. 1. Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters BASTARD. T. iii, 1. Bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valour; in every thing illegitimate. Why bastard? wherefore base? When my dimensions are as well compact, Ha! Fie, these filthy vices! It were as good A man already made, as to remit T. C. v. 8. K. L. i. 2. 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. Fine word,-legitimate! Well, my legitimate, if this letter speed, And my invention thrive, Edmund the base BATCHELOR. 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, H. IV. PT. II. iv. 1. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Let it pry through the portals of the head, O'er-hang and jutty his confounded base, Now set the teeth and stretch the nostrils wide, To his full height! On, on, you noble English. H. V. ii. 1. R. III. v. 3. Fight, gentlemen of England; fight boldly, yeomen : R. III. v. 3. BATTLE,-continued. This battle fares like to the morning's war, Sometimes the flood prevails; and then the wind: H.VI. PT. III. ii. 5. Turn back, and fly, like ships before the wind, My sons, God knows,-what hath bechanced them: In blood of those that had encountered him. And when the hardest warriors did retire, Richard cried,-Charge! and give no foot of ground! And cried,-A crown, or else a glorious tomb! A sceptre! or an earthly sepulchre ! With this, we charg'd again. H.VI. PT. III. i. 4. Never did captive with a freer heart Let each man do his best: and here draw I R. II. i. 3 H. IV. PT. I. v. 2 Heaven in thy good cause make thee prosperous ! BATTLE,-continued. And let thy blows, doubly redoubled, In single opposition, hand to hand, He did confound the best part of an hour In changing hardiment with great Glendower: R. II. i. 3. Three times they breath'd, and three times did they drink, Who then affrighted with their bloody looks, Prepare you, generals: H. IV. PT. I. 1. 3. The enemy comes on in gallant show; I. C. v. 1. Shall think themselves accurs'd, they were not here; For the love of all the gods, Let's leave the hermit pity with our mothers; And when we have our armours buckled on, H.V. iv. 3. The venom'd vengeance ride upon our swords. T. C. v. 3. Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas again; For want of means, poor rats, had hang'd themselves. R. III. v. 3. C. i. 1. I'll lean upon one crutch, and fight with the other, OF AGINCOURT, PREPARATIONS FOR THE. Now entertain conjecture of a time, When creeping murmur and the poring dark, Fill the wide vessel of the universe. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, That the fixed sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch; BATTLE,-continued. Fire answers fire; and through their paly flames, Give dreadful note of preparation. The country cocks do crow; the clocks do toll, So tediously away. The poor condemned English, Sit patiently, and inly ruminate The morning's danger; and their gestures sad, So many horrid ghosts. BEARD. H.V. iv. chor. He that hath a beard is more than a youth: and he that hath none, is less than a man. M. A. ii. 1. Now, Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send thee a beard! BEAU. This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve; BEAUX, SCENTED. T. N. iii. 1. L. L. v. 2. Like many of these lisping hawthorn buds, that come like women in men's apparel, and smell like Bucklersbury in simple-time. BEAUTY. Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good, A shining gloss that vadeth suddainly, M. W. iii. 3. Poems. |