Haft cleans'd my bofom; I from thee departed Taint not thy mind, nor let thy foul contrive Hamlet, A. 1, S. 5. Time was, I did him a defired office, Through flinty Tartar's bofom would peep forth, All's well that ends well, A. 4, S. 4. BOUNTY. Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor; For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas, Walk'd crowns, and crownets. Antony and Cleopatra, A. 5, S. 2. Tell me, my daughters, (Since now we will divest us, both of rule, Interest of territory, cares of ftate), Which of you, fhall we fay, doth love us moft? Where nature doth with merit challenge 1. Lear, A. 1, S. 1. 1 Where nature doth with merit challenge.] Where the claim of merit is fuperadded to that of nature, or where a fuperior degree of natural affection is joined to the claim of other merits. STEEVENS. "Challenge," in this place, feems to be rivalry, competition. "Where nature doth with merit challenge"--where nature and merit are contending for fuperiority. A. B. I thank --I thank thee, king, For thy great bounty, that not only giv❜ft Me cause to wail, but teachest me the way How to lament the cause. Richard II. A. 4, S. 1. Use every man after his defert, and who fhall 'fcape whipping? Ufe them after your own honour and dignity: the lefs they deferve, the more merit is in your bounty. Hamlet, A. 2, S. 2. I prefume, That, as my hand has open'd bounty to you, My heart dropp'd love, my power rain'd honour more On you, than any; fo your hand, and heart, To me, your friend, than any. Henry VIII. A. 3, S. 2. BOUR N. From the dread fummit of this chalky bourn': Lear, A. 4, S. 6, 1 Chalky bourn.] Bourn feems here to fignify a hill. Its common fignification is a brook. Milton, in Čomus, ufes bofky bourn, in the fame fenfe, perhaps, with Shakespeare. But in both authors it may mean only a boundary. JOHNSON. "Chalky bourn"--we should read “borne,” a boundary, to diftinguish it from bourn, a brook or river. Bourn, as Dr. John fon obferves, is in this place a bill. Hills, it is well known, ferve in feveral parts of the world as boundaries of particular countries, fuch are the Alps, the Pyrenees, &c. &c. The term borne, therefore, which originally fignified nothing more than boundary, was at length corruptedly employed to fignify the hill itself---and thence "chalky borne," "bosky $6 borne," &c, D 3 A. B. BOW BOWEL S. I do retort the folus in thy bowels : For I can take.* BOY. Henry V. A. 2, S. 1. There's nothing here that is too good for him, That twenty fuch rude boys might tend upon, All's well that ends well, A. 3, S. p. I know them, yea, And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple: Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mong'ring boys. Much ado about nothing, A. 5, S. 1. Good faith, this fame young fober blooded boy doth not love me; nor a man cannot make him laugh; but that's no marvel, he drinks no wine, There's never any of thefe demure boys come to any proof. Henry IV. P. 2, A. 4, S. 3, Shall a beardless boy, A cocker'd filken wanton brave our fields, King John, A. 5, S. 1. Hubert, throw thine eye On yon young boy; I'll tell thee what, my friend, And, wherefoe'er this foot of mine doth tread, King John, A. 3, S. 3. Father Cardinal, I have heard you say, For I can take.] I know not well what he can take. The quarto reads talk. In our author to take is fometimes to blaft, which fenfe may ferve in this place. JOHNSON. "Take" is undoubtedly the true reading. The meaning is, ---I am not to be bullied, I am not to be affronted with impunity, A. B. That That we fhall fee and know our friends in heaven King John, A. 3, S. 4. Where is your darling Rutland ? Look, York; I ftain'd this napkin with the blood Henry VI. P. 3, A. 1, S. 4. As if Olympus to a mole-hill should Coriolanus, A. 5, S. 3. Why doft not speak? Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man We were, fair queen, Coriolanus, A. 5, S. 3. Two lads, that thought there was no more behind, And to be boy eternal. Winter's Tale, A. 1, S. 2. Twelfth Night, A. 5. S. 1. BREATH. The deep-revolving witty Buckingham No more fhall be the neighbour to my counfels: D4 Hath Hath he so long held out with me untir'd, And ftops he now for breath? Richard III. A. 4, S. 2. Hinge thy knee, And let his very breath, whom thoul't obferve, Timon, A. 4, S. 3. She speaks poniards, and every word ftabs: if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, fhe would infect to the North ftar, Much ado about nothing, A. 2, S, 1. Here are fever'd lips, Parted with fugar breath; fo fweet a bar Should funder fuch fweet friends: here in her hairs Fafter than gnats in cobwebs. Merchant of Venice, A. 3, S. 2. Give him no breath, but now Make boot of his distraction: never anger Made good guard for itself. Antony and Cleopatra, A. 4, S. 1, Still, methinks, There is an air comes from her; what fine chifel 5, S. 3 O balmy breath, that doft almost perfuade A love that makes breath poor, and speech unable; Lear, A. 1, S. 1. Beyond all manner of fo much.] Beyond all affignable quan tity. |