BANISHMENT.

All places that the eye of heaven vifits
Are to a wife man ports and happy havens.
Teach thy neceffity to reafon thus:
There is no virtue like neceflity.

Think not the king did banish thee,

But thou the king. Woe doth the heavier fit,
Where it perceives it is but faintly borne.
Go fay, I fent thee forth to purchase honour,
And not the king exil'd thee. Or fuppofe
Devouring peftilence hangs in our air,
And thou art flying to a fresher clime.
Look what thy foul holds dear, imagine it
To lie that way thou go'ft, not whence thou com'ft.
Suppofe the finging birds, muficians;

The grafs where on thou tread'ft, the prefence floor;
'The flowers, fair ladies; and thy fteps, no more
Than a delightful meafure, or a dance:
For gnarled forrow hath lefs pow'r to bite
The man that mocks at it, and fets it light.

King Richard II. A. 1. Sc. 3.

BASTARDY.

Thou, Nature, art my goddefs; to thy law
My services are bound: wherefore fhould I
Stand in the plague of cuftom, and permit
The courtefy of nations to deprive me,

For that I am fome twelve or fourteen moonshines
Lag of a brother? Why bafard? wherefore baje?
When my dimenfions are as well compact,

My

mind

as gen'rous, and my thape as true,
As honeft Madam's iffue? Why brand they us.
With bafe, with bafenefs, baftardy, bafe, base,
Who, in the lufty ftealth of nature, take
More compofition and fierce quality,
Than doth, within a dull, ftale, tired bed,
Go to creating a whole tribe of fops,
Got 'tween a-fleep and wake?

BATCHELOR'S

King Lear, A. 1. Sc. 6.

RESOLUTION.

I do much wonder that one man, feeing how much another max is a fool when he dedicates his behaviour to love, wi,"

after

after he hath laugh'd at fuch fhallow follies in others, become the argument of his own fcorn, by falling in love: and fuch a man is Claudio. I have known when there was no mufic with him but the drum and the fife; and now had he rather hear the tabor and the pipe: I have known when he would have walked ten miles afoot to fee a good armour; and now will he lie ten nights awake, carving the fashion of a new doublet. He was wont to fpeak plain, and to the purpofe, like an honeft man and a foldier; and now is he turned orthographer; his words are a very fantastical banquet, juft so many frange dishes. May I be fo converted, and fee with thefe eyes? I cannot tell; I think not; I will not be fworn, but Love may transform me to an oyfter; but I'll take my oath on it, till he have made an oyster of me, he fhall never make me fuch a fool. One woman is fair; yet I am well: another is wife; yet I am well: but till all graces be in one woman, one woman fhall not come in my grace. Rich fhe fhall be, that's certain; wife,. or I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her; fair, or I'll never look on her; mild, or come not near me; noble, or not I for an angel; of good difcourfe, an excellent musician, and her hair fhall be of what colour it pleases God.

Much Ado about Nothing, A 2. Sc. 3.

BATCHELOR'S RECANTATION.

I did never think to marry:-I muft not feem proud: happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending. They fay, the lady is fair; 'tis a truth, I can bear them witnefs: and virtuous;-'tis fo, I cannot reprove it: and wife-but for loving me:-By my troth, it is no addition to her wit; nor no great argument of her folly; for I will be horribly in love with her. I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on-me, because I have railed fo long against marriage: but doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth, that he cannot endure in his age-fhall quips and fentences, and thefe paper bullets of the brain, awe a man from the career of his humour? No: the world must be peopled. When I faid I would die a batchelor, I did not think I fhould live till I were married.

B 6

Ibid.

BAW D..

BAWD.

The evil that thou caufest to be done,

That is thy means to live. Doft thou but think
What 'tis to cram a maw, or clothe a back,
From fuch a filthy vice? Say to thyself,
From their abominable and beaftly touches,
I drink, I eat, array myself, and live.
Canft thou believe thy living is a life?
So ftinkingly depending! Go, mend! mend!

Meafure for Measure, A. 3. Sc. 2.

BEAUTIFUL BOY.

Dear lad, believe it;

For they fhall yet belie thy happy years,
That fay thou art a man: Diana's lip

Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe
is, as the maiden's organ, fhrill and found;

And all is femblative a woman's part.

Twelfth Night, A. 2. Sc. 4

BEAUTY.

There's nothing ill can dwell in fuch a temple:
If the ill fpirit have so fair a house,
Good things will ftrive to dwell with't.

Tempeft, A. 1. Sc. z.

Beauty provoketh thieves fooner than gold.

As You Like It, A. 1. Sc. 3.

"Tis beauty truly blent, whofe red and white
Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on.
Lady, you are the cruelleft fhe alive,
graces to the

If you will lead these
And leave the world no copy.

grave,

Twelfth Night, A. 1. Sc. 5.

Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,
Not utter'd by bafe fale of chapman's tongues.

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

O, fhe doth teach the torches to burn bright!
Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night,

Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear;
Beauty too rich for ufe, for earth too dear.

Romeo and Juliet, A. 1. Sc. 4.

BEDLAM BEGGAR.

Whiles I may 'scape,

I will preferve myself, and am bethought
To take the basest and the poorest shape,
That ever Penury, in contempt of man,

Brought near to beaft. My face I'll grime with filth;
Blanket my loins; elfe all my hair in knots;
And with prefented nakednefs, out-face
The winds and perfecutions of the sky.
The country gives me proof and precedent
Of bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices,.
-Strike, in their numb'd and mortify'd bare arms,
Pins, wooden pricks, nails, fprigs of rofemary;
And with this horrible object, from low farms,
Poor pelting villages, fheep-cots, and mills,
Sometimes with lunatic bans, fometimes with prayers,
Inforce their charity.
King Lear, A. 2. Sc. 8.

BENEVOLENCE.

Oh, you Gods! think I, what need we have any friends if we should never have need of 'em? They would most refemble sweet inftruments hung up in cafes, that keep their founds to themselves. Why, I have oft wifh'd myself poorer, that I might come nearer to you. We are born to do benefits. And what better or properer can we call our own, than the riches of our friends? O, what a precious comfort 'tis to have fo many, like brothers commanding one another's fortunes! O joy, e'en made away ere't can be born; mine eyes cannot hold water. I drink to you.

Timon of Athens, A. 1. Sc. 5..

BLESSING.

May he live

Longer than I have time to tell his years!
Ever belov'd and loving may his rule be!
And when old time fhall lead him to his end,
Goodness and he fill up one monument!

King Henry VII. A. 2. Sc. 2.

BLUNTNESS.

This is fome fellow,

Who, having been prais'd for bluntnefs, doth affect
A faucy roughnefs; and constrains the garb,
Quite from his nature. He can't flatter, he!
An honeft mind and plain, he muft fpeak truth;
An they will take it, fo; if not, he's plain.
These kind of knaves I know, which in this plainnefs
Harbour more craft, and more corrupter ends,

Than twenty filly ducking obfervants,

That stretch their duties nicely.

King Lear, A. 2. Sc. 6.

BRAGGARTS.

-I know them, yea,

And what they weigh, even to the utmoft fcruple:
Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mong'ring boys,
That lye, and cog, and flout, deprave and flander,
Go antickly, and fhow an outward hideousness,
And fpeak off half a dozen dangerous words,
How they might hurt their enemies, if they durft ;
And this is all. Much Ado about Nothing, A. 5. Sc. 4.

What art thou? Have not I

An arm as big as thine? a heart as big?

Thy words, I grant, are bigger: for I wear not

My dagger in my mouth..

BRUTUS.

Cymbeline, A. 4. Sc. 3,

This was the nobleft Roman of them all;
All the confpirators, fave only he,
Did that they did in envy of great Cæfar;
He only, in a generous, honeft thought,
And common good to all, made one of them..
His life was gentle; and the elements

So mix'd in him, that Nature might ftand up,
And fay to all the world, This was a man!

Julius Cæfar, A. 5. Sc. laft.

CALUMN Y.

No might nor greatnefs in mortality

Can cenfure 'fcape: back-wounding Calumny

The