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

'T is but a peevish boy; yet he talks well; But what care I for words?
Tush, tush! fear boys with bugs

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. 1.

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.

ii. 2.

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

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.

BRACELETS. With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits, Knacks, trifles Mid. N. Dream, i. 1.

With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knavery

BRAG. What simple thief brags of his own attaint?

As under privilege of age to brag What I have done being young

Cæsar's thrasonical brag of 'I came, saw, and overcame'

Tam. of the Shrew, iv. 3.
Com. of Errors, iii. 2.
Much Ado, V. I.

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?.

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. i. 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

Meas. for Meas. iv. 3.
Much Ado, ii. 3.

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.

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

iv. 3. iv. 3.

V. 2.

The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree Mer. of Venice, i. 2.

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

Till 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'll ne'er believe a madman till I see his brains.

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.

iii. 3. iv. 4.

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

Henry VIII. iii. 2.

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

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

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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

iii. 2.

i.. 3.

ii. I.

ii. .

iii. 3.

V. I.

V. I.

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

Coriolanus, ii. 1. iii. 2.

Romeo and Juliet, i. 4.

ii. 3.

Macbeth, i. 3.

i. 7.

i. 7.

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

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?

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 have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking

i. 5. iv. 6.

ii. 3. ii. 3.

iii. 3.

Ant. and Cleo. ii. 7.

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
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

ii. 1.

iii. 4.

V. 3.

Hamlet, i. 4.

i. 5.

ii. 2.

ii. 2.

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BRAIN. Not Hercules Could have knocked out his brains, for he had none 'T was but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing, Which the brain makes of fumes 'T is still a dream, or else such stuff as madmen Tongue and brain not. Purse and brain both empty; the brain the heavier for being too light BRAINISH. In this brainish apprehension, kills The unseen good old man BRAIN-PAN. -But for a sallet, my brain-pan had been cleft with a brown bill BRAIN-SICK. What madness rules in brain-sick men !

Her brain-sick raptures Cannot distaste the goodness of a quarrel

Cymbeline, iv. 2. iv. 2.

V. 4.

V. 4.

Hamlet, iv. 1.

2 Henry VI. iv. 10. 1 Henry VI. iv. 1. Troi. and Cress. ii. 2.

BRAINSICKLY.— - You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brainsickly of things Macbeth, ii. 2.

BRAKE. Some run from brakes of ice, and answer none
Through bog, through bush, through brake, through brier
Under this thick-grown brake we 'll shroud ourselves

'T is but the fate of place, and the rough brake that virtue must go through BRAMBLES. Hangs odes upon hawthorns and elegies on brambles. BRAN.- You shall fast a week with bran and water

Nature hath meal and bran, contempt and grace.

BRANCH. A branch and parcel of mine oath, A charitable duty of
One flourishing branch of his most royal root Is cracked

BRANCHES. - The Sisters Three and such branches of learning
Seven fair branches springing from one root

Meas. for Meas. ii. 1. Mid. N. Dream, iii. 1.

3 Henry VI. iii. 1.
Henry VIII. i. 2.
As You Like It, iii. 2.
Love's L. Lost, i. t.
Cymbeline, iv. 2.

Com. of Errors, v. 1.
Richard II. i. 2.
Mer. of Venice, ii. 2.
Richard II. i. 2.

Some of those seven are dried by nature's course, Some of those branches by the Destinies cut
Superfluous branches We lop away, that bearing boughs may live .
Like to a withered vine That droops his sapless branches to the ground
Why grow the branches now the root is withered?

i. 2.

iii. 4

1 Henry VI. ii. 5. Richard III. ii. 2. Henry VIII. iv. 2.

My legs like loaden branches bow to the earth, Willing to leave their burthen
It argues an act: and an act hath three branches; it is, to act, to do, and to perform
This fierce abridgement Hath to it circumstantial branches

Hamlet, v. I. Cymbeline, v. 5. Winter's Tale, ii. 1. King Lear, v. 3.

BRAND. The shrug, the hum or ha, these petty brands That calumny doth use
He that parts us shall bring a brand from heaven, And fire us hence like foxes
BRANDISH. And I brandish any thing but a bottle, I would I might never spit white
Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky

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2 Henry IV. i. 2.

1 Henry VI. i. 1.

BRASS. - With characters of brass, A forted residence 'gainst the tooth of time Meas. for Meas. v. 1.
Can any face of brass hold longer out?

Pewter and brass and all things that belong To house or housekeeping
Nor brass nor stone nor parchment bears not one

As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable.
Upon the which, I trust, Shall witness live in brass of this day's work
Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat, Offer'st me brass?.
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water
BRAT. I bear it on my shoulders, as a beggar wont her brat.
On whom there is no more dependency But brats and beggary
BRAVE. That's a brave man; he writes brave verses, speaks brave words
All is brave that youth mounts and folly guides
Brave not me; I will neither be faced nor braved
There end thy brave, and turn thy face in peace

BRAVELY. - For to serve bravely is to come halting off, you know

Love's L. Lost, v. 2.
Tam. of the Shrew, ii. 1.
Winter's Tale, i. 2.
Richard II. iii. 2.
Henry V. iv. 3.
iv. 4-
Henry VIII. iv. 2.
Com. of Errors, iv. 4.
Cymbeline, ii. 3.
As You Like It, iii. 4.
iii. 4.

Tam. of the Shrew, iv. 3.
King John, v 2.

How bravely thou becom'st thy bed, fresh lily, And whiter than the sheets !
BRAVERY. That says his bravery is not of my cost
With scarfs and fans and double change of bravery
The bravery of his grief did put me Into a towering passion
Upon malicious bravery, dost thou come To start my quiet

The natural bravery of your isle, which stands As Neptune's park.
BRAVEST. -When The bravest questant shrinks, find what you seek
Bravest at the last, She levelled at our purposes

BRAWL. - Thou say'st his sports were hindered by thy brawls.
With thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport.

Whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood

2 Henry IV. ii. 4. Cymbeline, ii. 2. .As You Like It, ii. 7. Tam. of the Shrew, iv. 3. Hamlet, v. 2. Othello, i. I. Cymbeline, iii. 1. All's Well, ii. 1. Ant. and Cleo. v. 2.

Com. of Errors, v. 1.

Mid. N. Dream, ii. 1.

As You Like It, ii. 1.

BRAWL. He is a devil in private brawl: souls and bodies hath he divorced three Twelfth Night, iii. 4.
I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl
Richard III. i. 3.
Romeo and Juliet, iii. 1.
Othello, ii. 3.
King John, iii. 3.

I can discover all The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl
For Christian shame, put by this barbarous brawl
BRAZEN.-The midnight bell Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth, Sound on

Hamlet, i. 1.

I had rather hear a brazen canstick turned, Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree 1 Henry IV. iii. 1.
Why such daily cast of brazen cannon, And foreign mart for implements of war
BREACH. -You use this dalliance to excuse Your breach of promise.
As honour without breach of honour may Make tender of .

Patches set upon a little breach Discredit more in hiding of the fault
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more

A breach that craves a quick expedient stop!

It should be put To no apparent likelihood of breach

His gashed stabs looked like a breach in nature For ruin's wasteful entrance

It is a custom More honoured in the breach than the observance

O you kind gods, Cure this great breach in his abused nature!

Of hair-breadth scapes i' the imminent deadly breach

There's fall'n between him and my lord An unkind breach

Stick to your journal course: the breach of custom Is breach of all

Com. of Errors, iv. 1.
Love's L. Lost, ii. 1.

King John, iv. 2.

Henry V. iii. 1.

2 Henry VI. iii. 1. Richard III. ii. 2. Macbeth, ii. 3. Hamlet, i. 4. King Lear, iv. 7. Othello, i. 3. iv. 1.

Cymbeline, iv. 2.

BREAD.-I love not the humour of bread and cheese, and there's the humour of it Merry Wives, ii. 1.

A crew of patches, rude mechanicals, That work for bread

His kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch of holy bread

Sighed my breath in foreign clouds, Eating the bitter bread of banishment

I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends

One half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack!
Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread.

I speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge

He took my father grossly, full of bread; With all his crimes broad blown
I'll prove it on thy heart, Ere I taste bread

BREADTH. I profess requital to a hair's breadth .

Henry V. iv. 1. Coriolanus, i. 1.

Hamlet, iii. 3.

King Lear, v. 3. Merry Wives, iv. 2.

All's Well, iii. 2. King John, iv. 2. Ant. and Cleo. ii. 7. Two Gen. of Verona, ii. 4.

If there be breadth enough in the world, I will hold a long distance
That blood which owed the breadth of all this isle, Three foot of it doth hold
It is shaped, sir, like itself; And it is as broad as it hath breadth
BREAK. Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep

I would not break with her for more money than I'll speak of
And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn
Break off thy song, and haste thee quick away.

I shall break that merry sconce of yours That stands on tricks

A man may break a word with you, sir, and words are but wind

He'll but break a comparison or two on me

If he break the peace, he ought to enter into a quarrel with fear and trembling

Here will I rest me till the break of day

An it shall please you to break up this, it shall seem to signify
Such it is As are those dulcet sounds in break of day

I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it

And if you break the ice and do this feat

No bargains break that are not this day made.

Is not that the morning which breaks yonder?.

O break, my heart! poor bankrupt, break at once!

I love and honour him, But must not break my back to heal his finger

Here lies the east: doth not the day break here?
All this! ay, more; fret till your proud heart break.

What beast was 't, then, That made you break this enterprise to me?
That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope
You think what now you speak; But what we do determine oft we break
That inward breaks, and shows no cause without Why the man dies
Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks

Merry Wives, iii. 2. Meas. for Meas. iv. 1. iv. I. Com. of Errors, i. 2. iii. 1. Much Ado, ii. 1. ii. 3.

Mid. N. Dream, iii. 2. Mer. of Venice, ii. 4. iii. 2.

As You Like It, ii. 4. Tam. of the Shrew, i. 2. King John, iii. 1. Henry V. iv. 1. Romeo and Juliet, iii. 2. Timon of Athens, ii. 1. Julius Cæsar, ii. 1.

I'll be no breaker of the law: But we shall meet, and break our minds at large
BREAKFAST.-'T is a chronicle of day by day, Not a relation for a breakfast
That fault may be mended with a breakfast.

Go, make ready breakfast; love thy husband, look to thy servants.
I will bestow a breakfast to make you friends

That's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion
And then to breakfast with What appetite you have.

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1 Henry IV. i. 2.

1 Henry VI. i. 3.

Tempest, v. 1.

Two Gen, of Verona, iii. 1.

You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies than a dinner of friends
Eight wild-boars roasted whole at a breakfast, and but twelve persons there
Is not worth a breakfast in the cheapest country under the cope.
BREAKING,Break any breaking here, and I'll break your knave's pate.
So much I hate a breaking cause to be Of heavenly oaths
Like a broken limb united, Grow stronger for the breaking
The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater crack
BREAK-PROMISE.-The most pathetical break-promise and the most hollow lover
BREAK-VOW.- That daily break vow, he that wins of all, Of kings, of beggars
BREAST. Such men Whose heads stood in their breasts.

If my breast had not been made of faith and my heart of steel
Do thy best To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast

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With bloody blameful blade He bravely broached his boiling bloody breast.
That stirs good thoughts In any breast of strong authority.

1 Henry IV. iii. 3.

. Henry V. ii. 1. iii. 7.

Henry VIII. iii. 2. Timon of Athens, i. 2.

Ant. and Cleo. ii. 2.

.. Pericles, iv. 6. Com. of Errors, iii. 1. Love's L. Lost, v. 2.

2 Henry IV. iv. 1. Ant. and Cleo, v. 1. As You Like It, iv, 1. King John, ii, 1. Tempest, iii. 3. Com. of Errors, iii. 2.

Mid. N. Dream, ii, 2.

That close aspect of his Does show the mood of a much troubled breast.
A jewel in a ten-times-barred-up chest Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast
That which in mean men we intitle patience Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts
As gentle and as jocund as to jest Go I to fight: truth hath a quiet breast

I have a thousand spirits in one breast, To answer twenty thousand such as you
I feel such sharp dissension in my breast, Such fierce alarums
My sighing breast shall be thy funeral bell

V. I.

King John, ii. 1.

iv. 2. Richard II. i. 1.

i. 2.

i. 3.

iv. 1.

Romeo and Juliet, i. 1.
Julius Cæsar, i. 2.

His heart 's his mouth: What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent.
Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast Which thou wilt propagate
This breast of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations
The cross blue lightning seemed to open The breast of heaven
Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers
Is it a fee-grief Due to some single breast? .

Who has a breast so pure, But some uncleanly apprehensions Keep leets
Man but a rush against Othello's breast, And he retires

BREAST PLATE. — What stronger breast plate than a heart untainted!
BREATH. Their eyes do offices of truth, their words Are natural breath
A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences

Shall we thus permit A blasting and a scandalous breath to fall On him?
As there comes light from heaven and words from breath
When the sweet breath of flattery conquers strife.

Fie, now you run this humour out of breath

i. 3. Macbeth, i. 5. iv. 3.

Othello, iii. 3.

V. 2.

2 Henry VI. iii. 2. Tempest, v. 1.

Meas. for Meas. iii. 1.

V. I.
V. I.

Com. of Errors, iii. 2.

If her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her
Rather than she will bate one breath of her accustomed crossness

The endeavour of this present breath may buy That honour
Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is

If over-boldly we have borne ourselves In the converse of breath

Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath That the rude sea grew civil

I am out of breath in this fond chase! The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace.
Why rebuke you him that loves you so? Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.
Never did mockers waste more idle breath

Most dear actors, eat no onions nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath
In a bondman's key, With bated breath and whispering humbleness
Besides commends and courteous breath, Gifts of rich value.

Here are severed lips, Parted with sugar breath