BRIGHT.-Sleek o'er your rugged looks; Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night Macbeth, iii. 2. Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell

BRIGHTEST. Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud.
BRIM. Make the coming hour o'erflow with joy, And pleasure drown the brim

He will fill thy wishes to the brim With principalities

Brimstone. To put fire in your heart, and brimstone in your liver

iv. 3.

. 2 Henry VI. ii. 4. All's Well, ii. 4.

Ant. and Cleo. iii. 13.

Twelfth Night, iii. 2.
Macbeth, iv. 1.

BRINE. - Get from her tears. 'T is the best brine a maiden can season her praise in All's Well, i. 1.
Thou shalt be whipped with wire, and stewed in brine

BRINE-PIT. And made a brine-pit with our bitter tears.
BRING a corollary, Rather than want a spirit.

Bring us where we may rest ourselves and feed

Bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word.

BRINGER. The first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office

Ant. and Cleo. ii. 5. Titus Andron. iii. 1.

Tempest, iv. 1. As You Like It, n. 4. Hamlet, iii. 4.

2 Henry IV. i. 1. Mid. N. Dream, v. 1. Meas. for Meas. iii. 2. Tam. of the Shrew, i. 1.

Twelfth Night, ii. 4.

If it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy
BRINGINGS-FORTH. — Let him be but testimonied in his own bringings-forth.
BRINGING UP. Liberal To mine own children in good bringing up.
BRISK. - Recollected terms Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times
He made me mad To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet
Cheerly, boys; be brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all .
BRISTLE. I will not open my lips so wide as a bristle may enter
BRITAIN is A world by itself; and we will nothing pay For wearing our own noses
Hath Britain all the sun that shines? Day, night, Are they not but in Britain?
I' the world's volume Our Britain seems as of it, but not in 't

In a great pool a swan's nest: prithee, think There 's livers out of Britain
BRITISH. Fie, foh, and fum, I smell the blood of a British man.
BRITON.- So merry and so gamesome: he is called The Briton reveller
BROAD. The flowery way that leads to the broad gate and the great fire
It is as broad as it hath breadth
BROILING.
BROILS. - That will physic the great Myrmidon Who broils in loud applause
These domestic and particular broils Are not the question here.
That sly devil, That broker, that still breaks the pate of faith.

God save you, sir!

it is just so high as it is. Where have you been broiling?

BROKER.
They say, 'A crafty knave does need no broker'

You shall give me leave To play the broker in mine own behalf.

Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers

1 Henry IV. i. 3. Romeo and Juliet, i. 5. Twelfth Night, i. 5. Cymbeline, iii. 1.

BROOCH. I know him well; He is the brooch indeed And gem of all the nation

BROOD.

Such things become the hatch and brood of time

Doves will peck in safeguard of their brood.

There's something in his soul, O'er which his melancholy sits on brood

BROOK.-Think of that, hissing hot,

think of that, Master Brook. Unfrequented woods, I better brook than flourishing peopled towns Many can brook the weather that love not the wind

In dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain or by rushy brook

Empties itself, as doth an inland brook, Into the main of waters

Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones

111. 4. 111. 4.

iii. 4.

King Lear, iii. 4. Cymbeline, i. 6. All's Well, iv. 5. Ant. and Cleo. ii. 7. Henry VIII. iv. 1. Troi. and Cress. i. 3.

King Lear, v. 1. King John, ii. 1. 2 Henry VI. i. 2. 3 Henry VI. iv. 1. Hamlet, i. 3.

iv. 7.

2 Henry IV. iii. 1. 3 Henry VI. ii. 2. Hamlet, iii. 1. Merry Wives, iii. 5. Two Gen. of Verona, v. 4.

Under an oak whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along

I can no longer brook thy vanities.

I better brook the loss of brittle life Than those proud titles

This weighty business will not brook delay

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep

Be not too rough in terms; For he is fierce and cannot brook hard language
You are the fount that makes small brooks to flow

In that you brook it ill, it makes him worse

Will the cold brook, Candied with ice, caudle thy morning taste?

There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream Hamlet, iv. 7. BROOKED. The nature of our quarrel yet never brooked parle

Tam. of the Shrew, i. 1.

BROOM. I am sent with broom before, To sweep the dust behind the door.
BROOM-GROVES, whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves.
BROOM-STAFF.

Вкотн.

Mid. N. Dream, v. 1.

Tempest, iv. 1.

At length they came to the broom-staff to me; I defied 'em still Henry VIII. v. 4 My wind cooling my broth Would blow me to an ague. He cut our roots In characters, And sauced our broths, as Juno had been sick. BROTHER. Then tell me If this might be a brother

Here lies your brother, No better than the earth he lies upon

Whom to call brother Would even infect my mouth.

I would not spare my brother in this case, If he should scorn me so

Mer. of Venice, i. 1.
Cymbeline, iv. 2.
Tempast, i. 2.
ii. I.

V. I.

Com. of Errors, iv. 1.

V. 1.

Much A do, i. 1.

iv. I.

We came into the world like brother and brother; And now let's go hand in hand.
Who is his companion now? He hath every month a new sworn brother
But, as a brother to his sister, showed Bashful sincerity and comely love
You are my eldest brother; and, in the gentle condition of blood, you should so know me As Y.L.It, i. 1.
i. 1.
Tradition takes not away my blood, were there twenty brothers betwixt us
He excels his brother for a coward, yet his brother is reputed one of the best that is All's Well, iv. 3.
I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too.

Twelfth Night, ii. 4.

I was never so bethumped with words Since I first called my brother's father dad King John, ii. 1.
The worst that they can say of me is that I am a second brother
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers

I have no brother, I am like no brother.

My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules.

.2 Henry IV. ii. 2. Henry V. iv. 3.

3 Henry VI. v. 6. Hamlet, i. 2.

Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers
Forty thousand brothers Could not, with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum

I have shot mine arrow o'er the house, And hurt my brother
I am some twelve or fourteen moonshines Lag of a brother

BROTHERHOOD. - Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur?
BROTHERLY. -I speak but brotherly of him

BROUGHT UP. I have been so well brought up that I can write my name
Young and beauteous, Brought up as best becomes a gentlewoman.

iii. 4

V. I.

V. 2.

King Lear, i. 2.
Richard II. i. 2.

As You Like It, i. 1.

2 Henry VI. iv. 2. Tam. of the Shrew, i. 2. Merry Wives, iii. 3. Much A do, i. 1. iii. 5. Love's L. Lost, iii. 1.

BROW. Thou hast the right arched beauty of the brow that becomes the ship-tire
But speak you this with a sad brow? or do you play the flouting Jack?
But, in faith, honest as the skin between his brows

With a velvet brow, With two pitch-balls stuck in her face for eyes
Never paint me now: Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow
What peremptory eagle-sighted eye Dares look upon the heaven of her brow?
O, if in black my lady's brows be decked

Though the mourning brow of progeny Forbid the smiling courtesy of love.
The lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt
In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it?
To view with hollow eye and wrinkled brow An age of poverty.
'T is not your inky brows, your black silk hair, Your bugle eyeballs
As I guess By the stern brow and waspish action.

Unknit that threatening unkind brow, And dart not scornful glances
To sit and draw His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls
My father had a mole upon his brow. -And so had mine.

O, that is entertainment My bosom likes not, nor my brows
You look As if you held a brow of much distraction.
Black brows, they say, Become some women best

Hanged in the frowning wrinkle of her brow! And quartered in her heart!
When your head did but ache, I knit my handkercher about your brows.

iv. 1.

iv. 3.

iv. 3.

V. 2.

Mid. N. Dream, v. 1. Mer. of Venice, iii. 2. iv. 1. As You Like It, iii. 5. iv. 3. Tam. of the Shrew, v. 2. All's Well, i. 1. Twelfth Night, v. 1. Winter's Tale, i. 2.

i. 2. i). I.

King John, ii. 1.

iv. I.

iv. 2.

iv. z.

v. 6.

Why do you bend such solemn brows on me? Think you I bear the shears of destiny?
With wrinkled brows, with nods, with rolling eyes

Here walk I in the black brow of night, To find you out
Face to face, And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear

Richard II i. 1.

iv. 1.

I see your brows are full of discontent, Your hearts of sorrow, and your eyes of tears
Beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow, Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream 1 Henry IV. ii. 3.
This man's brow, like to a title-leaf, Foretells the nature of a tragic volume . 2 Henry IV. i. 1.

BROW.

It is not a confident brow, nor the throng of words that come.
As he whose brow with homely biggen bound Snores out the watch of night
Knit his brows, As frowning at the favours of the world
Like a gallant in the brow of youth, Repairs him with occasion
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths

Things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow

. 2 Henry IV. ii. 1. iv. 5.

2 Henry VI. i. 2.

v. 3.

Richard III. i. 1. Henry VIII. Prol. Romeo and Juliet, iii. 2.

V. I.

Julius Cæsar, i. 2. ii. 1.

ii. 1.

Macbeth, iv. I.

He was not born to shame: Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit In tattered weeds, with overwhelming brows, Culling of simples Look you, Cassius, The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow. Shamest thou to show thy dangerous brow by night, When evils are most free? All my engagements I will construe to thee, All the charactery of my sad brows Thy hair, Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, Yet grace must still look so What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself Hamlet, iii. 4. Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning Thine honour from thy suffering BROWN.- - He's in for a commodity of brown paper and old ginger Though grey Do something mingle with our younger brown BROWNIST. — I had as lief be a Brownist as a politician

BRUISE. With grey hairs and bruise of many days, Do challenge thee to trial
Dart thy skill at me; Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a flout
Telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise
To us all That feel the bruises of the days before.

iv. 3.

iv. 3.

King Lear, iv. 2. Meas. for Meas. iv. 3. Ant. and Cleo. iv. 8. Twelfth Night, iii. 2.

Much Ado, v. 1. Love's L. Lost, v. 2.

1 Henry IV. i. 3.

2 Henry IV. iv. 1.

Henry V. iii. 6.

But that we thought not good to bruise an injury till it were full ripe
BRUISED.-A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry Com. of Err. ii, i.

BRUISING. Do you think That his contempt shall not be bruising to you?
BRUIT. The bruit thereof will bring you many friends

One that rejoices in the common wreck, As common bruit doth put it.
BRUITED. I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited

By this great clatter, one of greatest note Seems bruited BRUSHES bis hat o' mornings; what should that bode?

Et tu, Brute! Then fall, Cæsar!.

Coriolanus, ii. 3. 3 Henry VI. iv, 7. Timon of Athens, v. 1.

.1 Henry VI. ii. 3. Macbeth, v. 7. Much Ado, iii. 2. Julius Cæsar, iii. 1.

BRUTUS. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar

There was a Brutus once that would have brooked The eternal devil.

Brutus had rather be a villager Than to repute himself a son of Rome

I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand Any exploit worthy the name of honour

Mark Antony shall love not Cæsar dead So well as Brutus living

The noble Brutus Hath told you Cæsar was ambitious.

For Brutus is an honourable man: So are they all, all honourable men

I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know

I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man
In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words

Think not, thou noble Roman, That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome

I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus!
Brutus only overcame himself, And no man else hath honour by his death
BUBBLE. Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth.
Beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow, Like bubbles in a late-disturbed
The earth bath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them
BUBUKLES. His face is all bubukles, and whelks, and knobs.
Brck. It would make a man mad as a buck, to be so bought and sold
I assure ye, it was a buck of the first head.

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BUCK-BASKETS. This 't is to have linen and buck-baskets!
BUCKETS. -To dive like buckets in concealed wells
BUCKLE. And buckle in a waste most fathomless With spans and inches.
He cannot buckle his distempered cause Within the belt of rule.
BUCKRAM. -Two I am sure I have paid, two rogues in buckram suits

As You Like It, ii. 7. stream 1 Henry IV. i. 3. Macbeth, i. 3. Henry V. iii. 6. Com. of Errors, iii. 1. Love's L. Lost, iv. 2. Merry Wives, iii. 5. King John, v. 2. Troi. and Cress. ii. 2. Macbeth, v. 2. .1 Henry IV. ii. 4.

BUCKRAM.-Four rogues in buckram let drive at me — What, four? thou saidst but two 1 Henry IV. ii. 4-
O monstrous! eleven buckram men grown out of two!

BUD. In the sweetest bud the eating canker dwells
The most forward bud Is eaten by the canker ere it blow

ii. 4.

Two Gen. of Verona, i. 1.

You seem to me as Dian in her orb, As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set

i. I.

Much Ado, iv. 1.

Mid. N. Dream, ii. 1.

Twelfth Night, ii. 4.
Winter's Tale, iv. 4-

But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek.
Make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race
Now will canker-sorrow eat my bud And chase the native beauty from his cheek King John, iii. 4
Lives so in hope as in an early spring We see the appearing buds
Thus are my blossoms blasted in the bud, And caterpillars eat my
As is the bud bit with an envious worm, Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air
Even such delight Among fresh female buds

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leaves away

BUDDING. Young budding virgin, fair and fresh and sweet
BUDGE not, says my conscience. Conscience, say 1, you counsel well

I'll not budge an inch, boy: let him come, and kindly.

2 Henry IV. i. 3. 2 Henry VI. iii, 1. Rom, and Jul. i. 1. i z. Tam. of the Shrew, iv. 5. Mer. of Venice, ii. 2. Tam, of the Shrew, Induc. 1. 1 Henry IV. ii. 4Romeo and Juliet, iii. 1.

But afoot he will not budge a foot. — Yes, Jack, upon instinct
Let them gaze; I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.
BUDGER. - Let the first budger die the other's slave, And the gods doom him after!
BUFFETS. - Not a word of his But buffets better than a fist

O, I could divide myself and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of skim milk
The torrent roared, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews
Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have so incensed

A man that fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks
BUG. Tush, tush! fear boys with bugs

Spare your threats: The bug which you would fright me with I seek. BUILD. Will it serve for any model to build mischief on?

Coriolanus, i. 8. King John, ii. x. .1 Henry IV. ii. 3. Julius Cæsar, i. 2.

Macbeth, ii 1.
Hamlet, iii. 2.

Tam. of the Shrew, i. 2.
Winter's Tale, iii. 2.
Much Ade, i. 3-

. 2 Henry IV. i. 3. Timon of Athens, i. 1.

When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model
To build his fortune I will strain a little, For 't is a bond in 'men
What is he that builds stronger than either a mason, a shipwright, or a carpenter?
And even from this instant do build on thee a better opinion than ever before.
BUILDING. Peruse the traders, gaze upon the buildings

Hamlet, v. 1. Othello, iv. 2. Com. of Errors, i. 2.

Thy sumptuous buildings and thy wife's attire Have cost a mass of public treasury 2 Henry VI. i. 3.
The strong base and building of my love Is as the very centre of the earth.
I have lived To see inherited my very wishes And the buildings of my fancy
Stole thence The life of the building! - What is 't you say? the life?.
May all the building in my fancy pluck Upon my hateful life!

He raised a sigh so piteous and profound As it did seem to shatter all his bulk BULL.- In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke

I think he thinks upon the savage bull

Crook-kneed and dewlapped like Thessalian bulls

Wanton as youthful goats, 'wild as young bulls

Bull-beeves, —They want their porridge and their fat bull-beeves

BULLET.

- Quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain Do you think me a swallow, an arrow, or a bullet? BULLOCKS. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair?

King John, i. 1.
Henry IV. ii. 4-
Hamlet, v. 1.

All's Well, ii. 5.

BULWARK. That water-walled bulwark, still secure And confident.
BUNCH. If I fought not with fifty of them, I am a bunch of radish
BUNGHOLE, Trace the noble dust of Alexander, till he find it stopping a bunghole
BUNTING. Then my dial goes not true: I took this lark for a bunting
BURDEN.-I would sing my song without a burden: thou bringest me out of tune As You Like It, iii. 2.
One lacking the burden of lean and wasteful learning
Knowing no burden of heavy tedious penury

BURGLARY. Flat burglary as ever was committed. Yea, by mass, that it is
BURGOMASTERS. With nobility and tranquillity, burgomasters and great oneyers

Much Ado, iv. z. x Henry IV. ii. x.

BURIAL.- Hang mournful epitaphs and do all rites That appertain unto a burial
Is she to be buried in Christian burial that wilfully seeks her own salvation?
BURIED. She shall be buried with her face upwards.

She lies buried with her ancestors; O, in a tomb where never scandal slept
BURN. We burn daylight; here, read, read.

I have sworn to do it; And with hot irons must I burn them out
Cannot last, For violent fires soon burn out themselves

Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies.

This candle burns not clear: 't is I must snuff it; Then out it goes

Since frost itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders will.

BURNED. I am burned up with inflaming wrath

And would have told him half his Troy was burned

When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselves air

Much Ado, iv. 1.

Hamlet, v. 1. Much Ado, iii. 2.

V. I.

Merry Wives, ii. 1.
King John, iv. 1.
Richard II. ii. 1.
3 Henry VI ii. 6.
Henry VIII. iii. 2.
Hamlet, ii. 4.
King John, iii. 1.
2 Henry IV. i. 1.
Aiacbeth, i. 5.

BURNING.-I shunned the fire for fear of burning, And drenched me in the sea Two Gen. of Verona, i. 3.

Thou art the Knight of the Burning Lamp

There he is in his robes, burning, burning

One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessened by another's anguish BURNING GLASS. —- Her eye did seem to scorch me up like a burning-glass! BURR. - I am a kind of burr: I shall stick

They are but burrs, cousin, thrown upon thee in holiday foolery BURST. O, answer me! Let me not burst in ignorance.

1 Henry IV. iii. 3. iii. 3. Romeo and Juliet, i. 2.

Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, Such groans of roaring wind
The snatches in his voice, And burst of speaking, were as his

BURTHEN. Let us not burthen our remembrance with A heaviness that's gone
Set down your venerable burthen, And let him feed

Merry Wives, i. 3. Meas. for Meas. iv. 3. .As You Like It, i. 3. Hamlet, i. 4. King Lear, iii. 2. Cymbeline, iv. 2. Tempest, v. 1.

As You Like It, ii. 7.

Richard 11. i. 3.

I'll take that burthen from your back, Or lay on that shall make your shoulders crack King John, ii. 1.
Bear not along The clogging burthen of a guilty soul
Nor can my tongue unload my heart's great burthen

"I is a burthen Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven

BURY.

BUSH.

Lend me your ears; I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him
Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all

Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier.
Through bog, through bush, through brake, through brier

In the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear!.
If it be true that good wine needs no bush

.3 Henry VI. ii. 1.

Henry VIII, iti. 2. Julius Cæsar, iii. 2. Tempest, ii. 2.

Mid. N. Dream, ii. 1.

iii. 1. V. 1.

As You Like It, Epil.

v. 6.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer 3 Henry VI. v. 6. The bird that hath been limed in a bush, With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush BUSHELS. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff BUSIED. They are busied about a counterfeit assurance

BUSINESS. This is no mortal business, nor no sound That the earth owes
This swift business I must uneasy make.

Tempest, i. 2.

They'll tell the clock to any business that We say befits the hour

There is in this business more than nature Was ever conduct of

Do not infest your mind with beating on The strangeness of this business

i. 2.

ii. 1.

V. I.

V. 1.

I have need of such a youth That can with some discretion do my business Two Gen. of Verona, iv. 4. That's my pith of business 'Twixt you and your poor brother

The very stream of his life and the business he hath helmed.

When you have A business for yourself, pray heaven you then Be perfect
My business in this state Made me a looker on here in Vienna

As I was then Advertising and holy to your business

My present business calls me from you now.

Because their business still lies out o' door

My business cannot brook this dalliance.

Sleep when I am drowsy, and tend on no man's business
On serious business, craving quick dispatch.

I take it, your own business calls on you.

Meas. for Meas. i. 4.

iii. 2.

V. 1.

V. 1.

V. 1.

Com. of Errors, i. 2.

ii. I. iv. 1.

Much Ado, i. 3. Love's L. Lost, ii. 1.

Mer. of Venice, i. 1.