. V. 7.

Richard II. iii. 2.

Bosom.-Despite of brooded watchful day, I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts King John, i.i. 3.
There is so hot a summer in my bosom, That all my bowels crumble up to dust
When they from thy bosom pluck a flower, Guard it, I pray thee
Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth
Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to the bosom Of good old Abraham!
There's no room for faith, truth, nor honesty in this bosom of thine

Taught us how to cherish such high deeds Even in the bosom of our adversaries.
Whose bosom burns With an incensed fire of injuries

There is a thing within my bosom tells me

Your own reasons turn into your bosoms, As dogs upon their masters

He's in Arthur's bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom

I and my bosom must debate awhile, And then I would no other company

Gored the gentle bosom of peace with pillage and robbery.

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111. 2. iv. 1.

1 Henry IV. iii. 3. v. 5.

2 Henry IV. i. 3. iv. 1. Henry V. ii. 2.

ii. 3.

iv. 1.

iv. 1.

2 Henry VI. iv. 1.

V. 2.

The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea
Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part Hot coals of vengeance
All the clouds that loured upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried Richard III. i. 1.
So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom

The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom

Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard, And weigh thee down to ruin!
A thousand hearts are great within my bosom: Advance our standards
Bosom up my counsel, You'll find it wholesome

i. 2.

iv. 3.

v. 3.

V. 3.

iii. 2.

Henry VIII. i. 1. This respite shook The bosom of my conscience, entered me, Yea, with a splitting power ii. 4 Should once set footing in your generous bosoms. Troi, and Cress. ii. 2. Even such a passion doth embrace my bosom: My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse. Friends now fast sworn, Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart Coriolanus, iv. 4. More inconstant than the wind who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north Romeo & Juliet, i. 4. One, two, and the third in your bosom: the very butcher of a silk button, a duellist. My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne

As you see, Have bared my bosom to the thunder-stone

By and by thy bosom shall partake The secrets of my heart

I am in their bosoms, and I know Wherefore they do it

Still keep My bosom franchised and allegiance clear.

I will put that business in your bosoms, Whose execution takes your enemy off
Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there Weep our sad bosoms empty
I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the dignity of the whole body
Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart
Leave her to heaven And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge
O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul.
Shall to my bosom Be as well neighboured, pitied, and relieved.
Use well our father: To your professed bosoms I commit him
Our good old friend, Lay comforts to your bosom.

I will bestow you where you shall have time To speak your bosom freely
Swell, bosom, with thy fraught, For 't is of aspics' tongues
The heaviness and guilt within my bosom Takes off my manhood
Вотсн. Do botch and bungle up damnation With patches, colours.
And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts
BOTCHED. How many fruitless pranks This ruffian hath botched up
'Tis not well mended so, it is but botched; If not. I would it were
BOTCHER. I know him: a' was a botcher's 'prentice in Paris

Deserve not so honourable a grave as to stuff a botcher's cushion
BOTCHES. Leave no rubs nor botches in the work

Bors. Stark spoiled with the staggers, begnawn with the bots
That is the next way to give poor jades the bots

BOTTLE. - Hang me in a bottle like a cat, and shoot at me.
Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet hay

Cymbeline, v. 2.
Henry V. ii. 2.
Hamlet, iv. 5.
Twelfth Night, iv. 1.
Timon of Athens, iv. 3.
All's Well, iv. 3.
Coriolanus, ii. 1.
Macbeth, iii. 1.

Tam. of the Shrew, iii. 2.
1 Henry IV. ii. 1.
Much Ado, i. 1.
Mid. N. Dream, iv. 1.

As wine comes out of a narrow-mouthed bottle, either too much at once, or none As You Like It, iii. 2. This bottle makes an angel.

An if it do, take it for thy labour.

1 Henry IV. iv. 2.

BOTTLE. And I brandish any thing but a bottle, I would I might never spit white again 2 Henry IV. i. 2.
A knave teach me my duty! I'll beat the knave into a twiggen bottle
Othello, ii. 3.
BOTTOM. If the bottom were as deep as hell, I should down
Merry Wives, iii. 5.

Lest it should ravel and be good to none, You must provide to bottom it on me Two Gen.of Verona, ¡¡i. 2.
It concerns me To look into the bottom of my place.
Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated.

It shall be called Bottom's Dream, because it hath no bottom

O, sweet bu ly Bottom! Thus hath he lost sixpence a day during his life
My ventures are not in one bottom trusted.

My affection hath an unknown bottom, like the bay of Portugal
Now I see The bottom of your purpose

Meas. for Meas. i. 1. Mid. N. Dream, iii. 1. iv. 1.

Into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground.
Therein should we read The very bottom and the soul of hope
Much too shallow To sound the bottom of the after-times.

Fill the cup, and let it come; I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom.
And creeping wind, Draw the huge bottoms through the furrowed sea
We then should see the bottom Of all our fortunes

Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the sea
The tent that searches To the bottom of the worst

Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deeps, Keeps place with thought
Is not my sorrow deep, having no bottom? .

But there's no bottom, none, In my voluptuousness.

O melancholy! Who ever yet could sound thy bottom?

I'll hear you more, to the bottom of your story, And never interrupt you

iv. 2.

Mer. of Venice, i. 1. As You Like It, iv. s. All's Well, ii. 7. 1 Henry IV. i. 3. iv. 1.

2 Henry IV. iv. 2.

V. 3. Henry V. iii. Prol. 2 Henry VI. v. 2. Richard III. i. 4. Troi. and Cress. ii. 2. iii. 3. Titus Andron. iii. 1. Macbeth, iv. 3. Cymbeline, iv. 2. Pericles, v. 1.

ii. 7.

hours of time Richard II. iii. 4.

BOTTOMLESS. Rather, bottomless, that as fast as you pour affection in, it runs out As You Like It, iv. 1.
BOUGH. - Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping
Superfluous branches We lop away, that bearing boughs may live
As duly, but not as truly, As bird doth sing on bough

Then was I as a tree Whose boughs did bend with fruit

BOUGHT.

It would make a man mad as a buck to be so bought and sold.

Youth is bought more oft than begged or borrowed

A borrowed title hast thou bought too dear

I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people.

BOUNCE. He speaks plain cannon fire, and smoke, and bounce
BOUND.Thou drivest me past the bounds Of maiden's patience

Henry V. iii. 2. Cymbeline, iii. 3. Com. of Errors, iii. 1. Twelfth Night, iii. 4. Henry IV. v. 3. Macbeth, i. 7. King John, ii. t.

Mid. N. Dream, iši. 2.

Tam. of the Shrew, i. 2.

There's nothing situate under heaven's eye But hath his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky Com. of Err.ii. 1.
I'll have them very fairly bound: All books of love
When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.

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Be clamorous and leap all civil bounds Rather than make unprofited return.
Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds

Imagination of some great exploit Drives him beyond the bounds of patience

The very list, the very utmost bound, Of all our fortunes

Borrow Cupid's wings, And soar with them above a common bound

So bound, I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe

Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty

V. 2.

Twelfth Night, 4.
King John, iii. 1.
Henry IV. i. 3.
iv. 1.

Romeo and Juliet, i. 4.

i. 4.

iv. 2.

Though I am bound to every act of duty, I am not bound to that all slaves are free to Othello, iii. 3. BOUNDLESS. Beyond the infinite and boundless reach Of mercy.

The desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit

BOUNTIES. Pared my present havings, to bestow My bounties upon you
BOUNTIFUL. - Marry, that's a bountiful answer that fits all questions .
Wondrous affable, and as bountiful As mines of India
BOUNTY. Prouder of the work, Than customary bounty can enforce you
Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty till I come again

Let your bounty take a nap, I will awake it anon.

Which, till my infant fortune comes to years. Stands for my bounty
As my hand has opened bounty to you, My heart dropped love
Yet gives he not till judgement guide his bounty.

King John, iv. 3. Troi, and Cress. iii. 2. Henry VIII. iii. 2. All's Well, ii. 2. 1 Henry IV. iii. 1. Mer. of Venice, iii. 4. Twelfth Night, v. 1.

V. I.

Richard II. ii. 3. Henry VIII. iii. 2. Troi. and Cress. iv. 5.

No villanous bounty yet hath past my heart; Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given
Fer bounty, that makes gods, does still mar men.

The less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty
The bounty and the benison of heaven To boot, and boot!
For his bounty, There was no winter in 't

BOURDEAUX. -There's a whole merchant's venture of Bourdeaux stuff in him
BOURS. - The undiscovered country from whose bourn No traveller returns.
Which, like a bourr, a pale, a shore, confines Thy spacious and dilated parts
Come o'er the bourn, Bessy, to me.

From the dread summit of this chalky bourn

I'll set a boura how iar to be beloved.

To take your imagination, From bourn to bourn, region to region Bow - The moon, like to a silver bow New-bent in heaven

Loosed h's love-shaft smartly from his bow.

From love's weak childish bow she lives unharmed

The bow is bent and drawn, make from the shaft.

BOWELS The cannons have their bowels full of wrath

i. 2.

ii. 2.

iv. 2.

Hamlet, ii. 2. King Lear, iv. 6. Ant. and Cleo. v. 2.

2 Henry IV. ii. 4. Hamlet, ii. 1. Troi. and Cress. ii. 3. King Lear, iii. 6.

iv. 6. Ant. and Cleo. i. 1. Pericles, iv. 4.

Mid. N. Dream, i. 1.
ii. .

Romeo and Juliet, i. 1.
King Lear, i. 1.
King John, ii. 1.

V. 7.

v. 3.

There is so hot a summer in my bosom, That all my bowels crumble up to dust
This villanous salt-petre should be digged Out of the bowels of the harmless earth 1 Henry IV. i. 3.
God keep lead out of me! I need no more weight than mine own bowels
Ready, with every nod, to tumble down Into the fatal bowels of the deep
Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we marched on without impediment
And tell what thou art by inches, thou thing of no bowels, thou

Richard III. iii. 4.

V. 2.

Troi. and Cress. ii. 1.

11. 2.

Mid. N. Dream, iii. 2.
Twelfth Night, i. 1.

. Henry VIII. i. 4. Coriolanus, v. 2.

There is no lady of more softer bowels, More spongy to suck in the sense of fear.
BER,Near to her close and consecrated bower
Love-thoughts lie rich when canopied with bowers
Bow-Thus the bowl should run, And not unluckily against the bias. Tam. of the Shrew, iv. 5.
Let me have such a bowl may hold my thanks, And save me so much talking.
Sometimes, Like to a bowl upon a subtle ground, I have tumbled past the throw.
Bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven, As low as to the fiends!
Fill our bowls once more; Let's mock the midnight bell
BOWLER. - A marvellous good neighbour, faith, and a very good bowler
BOW-STRING. He hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's bow-string

Enough; hold or cut bow-strings

Bw-wow. - Hark, hark! Bow-wow. The watch-dogs bark: Bow-Wow
Box. - He borrowed a box of the ear of the Englishman

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Why, thou damnable box of envy, thou, what meanest thou to curse thus?.
BOXES. About his shelves A beggarly account of empty boxes
Boy. - My wife, not meanly proud of two such boys

My youngest boy, and yet my eldest care

By my troth, your town is troubled with unruly boys

'Twas the boy that stole your meat, and you'll beat the post.
Scambling, out-facing, fashion-monging boys, That lie and cog and flout
His disgrace is to be called boy: but his glory is to subdue men
The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose, that's flat
This whimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy.

He teaches boys the hornbook

As waggish boys in game themselves forswear, So the boy Love is perjured
She as her attendant hath A lovely boy, stolen from an Indian king

I do but beg a little changeling boy, To be my henchman.

The boy was the very staff of my age, my very prop.
Your boy that was, your son that is, your child that shall be .
Cupid himself would blush To see me thus transformed to a boy
So are you, sweet, Even in the lovely garnish of a boy.

Hamlet, ii. 2. Ant. and Cleo. iii. 13. Love's L. Lost, v. z. Much Ado, iii. 2. Mid. N. Dream, i. 2. Tempest, i. 2. Mer. of Venice, i. 2. Troi, and Cress. v. 1. Romeo and Juliet, v. 1. Com. of Errors, i. 1. i. 1. 111. I.

Much Ado, ii. 1.

V. I.

Love's L. Lost, i. 2.

111. I. iii. 1.

V. 1.

Mid. N. Dream, i. 1.

ii. 1. ii. 1.

Mer. of Venice, ii. 2.

ii. 2.

ii. 6.

ii. 6.

Boy.

Speak between the change of man and boy With a reed voice
A kind of boy, a little scrubbed boy, No higher than thyself
Boys and women are for the most part cattle of this colour
'Tis but a peevish boy; yet he talks well; But what care I for words?
Tush, tush! fear boys with bugs

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When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho

But such a day to-morrow as to-day, And to be boy eternal
Fancies too weak for boys, too green and idle For girls of nine
Nay, you shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you

There's never none of these demure boys come to any proof.

We took him setting of boys' copies

At thy birth, dear boy, Nature and Fortune joined to make thee great
A parlous boy go to, you are too shrewd

I will converse with iron-witted fools And unrespective boys.

I have ventured, Like little wantou boys that swim on bladders
With no less confidence Than boys pursuing summer butterflies.

Mer. of Venice, iii. 4.

V. I.

As You Like It, iii. 2.
iii. 5-

Tam. of the Shrew, i. 2.
Twelfth Night, v. 1.
Winter's Tale, i. 2.
iii. 2.

1 Henry IV. v. 4. 2 Henry IV. iv. 3. 2 Henry VI. iv. 2. King John, iii. 1. Richard III. ii. 4. iv. 2.

Henry VIII. iii. 2.
Coriolanus, iv. 6.

King Lear, iv. 1.

As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods, They kill us for their sport
Boys, who, being mature in knowledge, Pawn their experience to their present pleasure Ant.&Cleo. i. 4.
Pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, With divers-coloured fans
Young boys and girls Are level now with men; the odds is gone

You laugh when boys or women tell their dreams; Is't not your trick?
Lamenting toys Is jollity for apes and grief for boys.

Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st In these two princely boys!
BRABBLE. This petty brabble will undo us all.

Desperate of shame and state, In private brabble did we apprehend him.
BRABBLER.- We hold our time too precious to be spent With such a brabbler
He will spend his mouth, and promise, like Brabbler the hound
BRACELETS.

ii. 2.

iv. 15.

V. 2.

Cymbeline, iv. 2.

iv. 2.

Titus Andron. ii. 1. Twelfth Night, v. 1. King John, v. 2. Troi. and Cress. v. 1.

With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits, Knacks, trifles Mid. N. Dream, i. 1. With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knavery

Tam. of the Shrew, iv. 3.
Com. of Errors, iii. 2.
Much Ado, v. 1.

As You Like It, v. 2.

For his love dares yet do more Than you have heard him brag to you he will Twelfth Night, iii. 4. Pardon me this brag; His insolence draws folly from my lips

Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine?

The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of BRAGGARDISM. -What braggardism is this?.

BRAGGART. You break jests as braggarts do their blades

Rating myself at nothing, you shall see How much I was a braggart

For it will come to pass That every braggart shall be found an ass

O braggart vile and damned furious wight! .

Troi. and Cress. iv. 5.
Titus Andron. ì. 1.
Macbeth, ii. 3.

Two Gen. of Verona, ii. 4.
Much Ado, v. 1.

O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, And braggart with my tongue!
You stubborn ancient knave, you reverend braggart, We'll teach you.
BRAGGING.Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars?.

She first loved the Moor, but for bragging and telling her fantastical lies.
BRAIN. My old brain is troubled: Be not disturbed with my infirmity
I'll have my brains ta'en out and buttered, and give them to a dog
Have I laid my brain in the sun and dried it, that it wants matter?
They shall beat out my brains with billets

Mer. of Venice, iii. 2.

All's Well, iv. 3.

Henry V. ii. 1.

Macbeth, iv. 3.

King Lear, ii. 2. Mid. N Dream, iii. 2. Othello, ii. 1. Tempest, iv. 1.

Merry Wives, iii.

Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man?
Here's a paper written in his hand, A halting sonnet of his own pure brain
If a man will be beaten with brains, a' shall wear nothing handsome about him
That hath a mint of phrases in his brain.

Other slow arts entirely keep the brain

Love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain
Weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain.

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3.

The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree Mer. of Venice, i. 3.

BRAIN.- Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies
In his brain, Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit After a voyage
Women's gentle brain Could not drop forth such giant-rude invention

I know his brains are forfeit to the next tile that falls

Til his brains turn o' the toe like a parish-top

That's as much to say as I wear not motley in my brain

An ordinary fool that has no more brain than a stone

As if thy eldest son should be a fool; whose skull Jove cram with brains!
I'il ne'er believe a madman till I see his brains

Mid. N. Dream, v. 1. As You Like It, ii. 7. iv. 3.

All's Well, iv. 3.

Twelfth Night, i. 3.

i. 5. . i. 5.

i. 5.

iv. 2.

Winter's Tale, ii. 3.

Is quite beyond my arm, out of the blank And level of my brain, plot-proof
Would any but these boiled brains of nineteen and two-and-twenty hunt this weather?
Here is more matter for a hot brain

His pure brain, Which some suppose the soul's frail dwelling-house .
My brain I'll prove the female to my soul, My soul the father

Were I now by this rascal, I could brain him with his lady's fan

The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent any thing.
It hath its original from much grief, from study and perturbation of the brain
And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.

My brain more busy than the labouring spider, Weaves tedious snares.
Some strange commotion Is in his brain: he bites his lip, and starts.

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iii. 3.

iv. 4.

King John, v. 7. Richard II. v. 5. 1 Henry IV. ii. 3. 2 Henry IV. i. 2. i. 2.

1 Henry VI. i. 4. 2 Henry VI. iii. 1. Henry VIII. iii. 2.

iii. 2.

Is there no way to cure this? No new device to beat this from his brains?.
I have a young conception in my brain; Be you my time to bring it to some shape Troi, and Cress. i. 3.
Were his brain as barren As banks of Libya

Thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows; an assinego may tutor thee

I have bobbed his brain more than he has beat my bones.
Hath no arithmetic but her brain to set down her reckoning
With too much blood and too little brain, these two may run mad
One that loves quails; but he has not so much brain as ear-wax
More of your conversation would infect my brain.

But yet a brain that leads my use of anger To better vantage
True. I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain.

Where unbruised youth with unstuffed brain Doth couch his limbs

i. 3.

ii. I. ii. .

iii. 3.

V. I.

Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies, Which busy care draws in the brains of men Julius Cæsar, ¡¡. 1.

Give me your favour: my dull brain was wrought With things forgotten
Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums, And dashed the brains out
That memory, the warder of the brain, Shall be a fume

A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain
The times have been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die.
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain
The very place puts toys of desperation, Without more motive, into every brain.
Thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain
This brain of mine Hunts not the trail of policy so sure As it hath used to do.
O, there has been much throwing about of brains

Macbeth, i. 3.

i. 7. 1. 7.

ii. 1.

iii. 4.

v. 3.

Hamlet, i. 4.

This is the very coinage of your brain: This bodiless creation ecstasy Is very cunning in
Cudgel thy brains no more about it

Ere I could make a prologue to my brains, They had begun the play
Had he a hand to write this? a heart and brain to breed it in?

If a man's brains were in 's heels, were 't not in danger of kibes?

1. 5.

ii. 2.

ii. 2.

111. 4.

V. I.

V. 2.

King Lear, i. 2.

I'll look no more; Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight Topple down headlong
It plucks out brains and all: but my Muse labours And thus she is delivered.

i. 5. iv. 6. Othello, ii. 1.

I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking

O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!
As if thou then hadst shut up in thy brain Some horrible conceit

It's monstrous labour, when I wash my brain, And it grows fouler

Yet ha' we A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can Get goal for goal of youth
As I told you always, her beauty and her brain go not together.
A woman that Bears all down with her brain.