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BALLADS,-continued.

An Í 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, RAYMSTERS).

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. üi. 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 ;
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.

R. J. ii. 3.
I've stoopt my neck under your injuries,
And sigh'd my English breath in foreign clouds,
Eating the bitter bread of banishment. R. II. ii. 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!

T. N. ii. 5.
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. BASENESS.

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

Cym. i. 7.
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,
For nought but provender, and, when he's old, cashier'd ;
Whip me such honest knaves.

0. i. 1.
Some kinds of baseness
Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters
Point to rich ends.

T. ii. 1. BASTARD.

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

T. C. v. 8.
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 ?

K. L. i. 2.
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, i
To make a false one.

M. M. ïi. 4.
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.

K. L. i. 2.
BATCHELOR.
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?

M. A. i. 1. -'s RECANTATION. 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. 11. 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 aspect:
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.

BATTLE,—continued.

This battle fares like to the morning's war,
When dying clouds contend with growing light;
What time the shepherd blowing of his nails,
Can neither call it perfect day, or night.
Now sways it this way like a mighty sea,
Forc'd by the tide to combat with the wind ;
Now sways it that way, like the self-same sea,
Forc'd to retire by fury of the wind:
Sometimes the flood prevails ; and then the wind :
Now, one the better; then, another best;
Both tugging to be victors, breast to breast,
Yet neither conqueror nor conquered :
So is the equal poize of the fell war. H.VI. PT. III. ü. 5.
My uncles both are slain in rescuing me;
And all my followers to the eager foe
Turn back, and fly, like ships before the wind,
Or lam bs pursued by hunger-starved wolves.
My sons,—God knows,-what hath bechanced them:
But this I know,—they have demean'd themselves
Like men borne to renown, by life, or death.
Three times did Richard make a lane to me ;
And thrice cried, -Courage, father! Fight it out!
And full as oft came Edward to my side
With purple faulchion, painted to the hilt
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 tomồ !
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
Cast off his chains of bondage, and embrace
Ilis golden uncontroll’d enfranchisement,
More than my dancing soul doth celebrate
This feast of battle with mine adversary. R. II. i. 3.
Let each man do his best : and here draw I
A sword, whose temper I intend to stain
With the best blood that I can meet withal,
In the adventure of this perilous day.
Now,— Esperance! Percy !-and set on.
Sound all the lofty instruments of war,
And by that music let us all embrace:
For heaven to earth, some of us never shall
A second time do such a courtesy. H. IV. PT. I. . 2
Heaven in thy good cause make thee prosperous !
Be swift like lightning in the execution;

BATTLE,—continued.

And let thy blows, doubly redoubled,
Fall like amazing thunder on the casque
Of thy amaz'd pernicious enemy.

R. II. i. 3.
In single opposition, hand to hand,
He did confound the best part of an hour
In changing hardiment with great Glendower :
Three times they breath'd, and three times did they drink,
Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood;
Who then affrighted with their bloody looks,
Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds,
And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank,
Blood-stained with these valiant combatants.

H. IV. pr. 1. 1. 3.
Prepare you, generals:
The enemy comes on in gallant show;
Their bloody sign of battle is hung out,
And something to be done immediately. 1. C. v. 1.
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers
For he, to-day, that sheds his blood with me.
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition :
And gentlemen in England now abed
Shall think themselves accurs’d, they were not here ;
And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks,
That fought with us upon St. Crispin's day. H.V. iv. 3,

For the love of all the gods,
Let's leave the hermit pity with our mothers;
And when we have our armours buckled on,
The venom'd vengeance ride upon our swords. T. C. v. 3.
Let’s whip these stragglers o'er the seas again;
Lash hence these over-weening rags of France,
These famish'd beggars, weary of their lives ;
Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit,
For want of means, poor rats, had hang'd themselves.

R. III. v. 3.
I'll lean upon one crutch, and fight with the other,
Ere stay behind this business.

C. i. 1.
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,
The hum of either army stilly sounds,
That the fixed sentinels almost receive
The secret whispers of each other's watch ;

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