ASS,-continued.

I do begin to perceive that I am made an ass.
If thou be'st not an ass, I am youth of fourteen.
With the help of a surgeon he might recover, and

ASSASSINS.

Kill men i' the dark! where are these bloody thieves? ASSIMILATION.

The mightiest space in fortune nature brings
To join like likes, and kiss like native things.
ASTRONOMERS.

These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights,
That give a name to every fixed star,

Have no more profit of their shining nights

Than those that walk and wot not what they are.
Too much to know, is to know nought but fame,
And every godfather can give a name.

ATTACHMENT.

M.W. v. 5.

A. W. ii. 3.

prove an ass. M. N. v. 1.

0. v. 1.

A. W. i. 1.

L. L. i. 1.

I have professed me thy friend, and I confess me knit to thy deserving with cables of perdurable toughness.

0. i. 3.

I have forsworn his company hourly, any time this two-andtwenty years, and yet I'm bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged; it could not be else. H. IV. PT. I. ii. 2.

ATTENDANCE.

Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry.

ATTENTION.

Lend thy serious hearing to what I shall unfold.

Season your admiration for a while

A. W. ii. 1.

H. i. 5.

With an attent ear; till I may deliver,

Upon the witness of these gentlemen,

This marvel to you.

H. i. 2.

I think oxen and wain-ropes cannot hale them together.

AUSTERITY.

T. N. iii. 2.

Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants; let thy tongue tang arguments of state; put thyself into the trick of singularity. T. N. iii. 4.

AUTHENTICITY.

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

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.

Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar,
And the creature run from the cur: There,

W. T. iv. 3.

Cym. v. 3.

M. M. ii. 4.

There, thou might'st behold the great image of authority:
A dog's obey'd in office.

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.

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.

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.

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

And though authority be a stubborn bear, yet he

nose with gold.

Thus can the demi-god, Authority,

Make us pay down for our offence by weight.

INSOLENCE OF.

Could great men thunder,

As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet

For every pelting petty officer

K. L. iv. 6.

M. M. ii. 2.

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

Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt,

AUTHORITY,-continued.

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.

AUTUMN.

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

M. M. ii. 2.

W. T. iv. 3.

B.

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:
We go to use our hands, and not our tongues.
BACKING.

T. ii. 1.

R. III. i. 3.

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

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.

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

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. W. T. iv. 3.

Traduc'd by odious ballads.

A. W. ii. 1.

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
W. T. iv. 3.

true.

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.

H.VI. PT. I. iii. 1.

BALLAD-SINGER, ITINERant.

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.

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.

R. J. iii. 3.

Then England's ground, farewell; sweet soil, 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,

T. A. iii. 5.

That makes the senate ugly.

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.

T. N. ii. 5.

Close, in the name of jesting!

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.

BASENESS.

Base and unlustrious as the smoky light

That's fed with stinking tallow.

L.L. v. 2.

Cym. i. 7.

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

0. i. 1.

BASENESS,-continued.

Some kinds of baseness

T. iii. 1.

Are nobly undergone ; and most poor matters
Point to rich ends.

BASTARD.

Bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valour ; in every thing illegitimate.

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

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
Shall top the legitimate. I grow: I prosper
Now, gods, stand up for bastards.

BATCHELOR.

T. C. v. 8.

K. L. i. 2.

M. M. ii. 4.

K. L. i. 2.

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

Shall I never see a batchelor of three score again?

's RECANTATION.

M. A. i. l.

M. A. i. 1.

When I said I would die a batchelor, I did not think I should

live till I were married.

M. A. ii. 3.

BATTLE (See also WAR).

With boisterous untun'd drums,
And harsh resounding trumpets' dreadful bray,

And grating shock of wrathful iron arms.

R. II. i. 3.

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.. 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: