M. V., IV: 2. 387 BEGGARS.-Abuse Position. York. * * Beggars, mounted, run their horse to death. H. VI., 3 pt., I: 4. 961. -Their Death Unheralded. Cal. When beggars die, there are no comets seen. J. C., II: 2. 1333. BEGINNINGS.-Small, Dangerous. Cas. Turning the word to sword, and life to death. That man, that sits within a monarch's heart, And ripens in the sunshine of his favour, Would he abuse the countenance of the king, Alack, what mischiefs might he set abroach, In shadow of such greatness! With you, lord bishop, It is even so: Who hath not heard it How deep you were within the books of us, To the speaker in his parliament; But you misuse the reverence of your Employ the countenance and grace of heaven, As a false favourite doth his prince's name, In deeds dishonourable? You have taken up, Those that with haste will make a mighty Under the counterfeited zeal of God, I would not be ambitious in my wish, That only to stand high in your account, Happy in this, she is not yet so old ring; I give them with this Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine; There sleeps Titania, some time of the night, Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight; And there the snake throws her enamell'd skin, Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in : eyes, And make her full of hateful fantasies. Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove: A sweet Athenian lady is in love BIRTH.-High. Glo. * * But I was born so high, Which when you part from, lose, or give Our aerie buildeth in the cedar's top, BIRTH-PLACE.- Of Great Men. Flu. Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, captain Gower: What call you the town's name where Alexander the pig was porn? Gow. Alexander the great. Flu. Why, I pray you, is not pig, great? The pig, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the magnanimous, are all one reckonings, save the phrase is a little variations. Gow. I think Alexander the great was born in Macedon; his father was calledPhilip of Macedon, as I take it. Flu. I think, it is in Macedon, where Alexander is porn. I tell you, captain, If you look in the maps of the 'orld, I war To stop affliction, let him take his haste, T. A., V: 2: 1314. BLACKNESS.-Badge of Hell. King. O paradox! Black is the badge of hell, rant, you shall find, in the comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth, that the situations, look you, is both alike. There is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth: it is called Wye, at Monmouth; but it is out of my prains, what is the name of the other river; but 't is all one, 't is so like as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in both. If you mark Alexander's life well, Harry of | The hue of dungeons, and the scroll of Monmouth's life is come after it indifferent well; for there is figures in all things. Alexander (God knows, and you know,) in his rages, and his furies, and his wraths, and his cholers, and his moods, and his displeasures, and his indignations, and also being a little intoxicates in his prains, did, in his ales and his angers, look you, kill his pest friend, Clytus. Gow. Our king is not like him in that; he never killed any of his friends. Flu. It is not well done, mark you know, to take tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an end and finished. I speak but in the figures and comparisons of it: As Alexander is kill his friend Clytus, being in his ales and his cups; so also Harry Monmouth, being in his right wits and his good judgments, is turn away the fat knight with the great pelly-doublet: he was full of jests, and gipes, and knaveries, and mocks; I am forget his name. Gow. Sir John Falstaff. Flu. That is he: I can tell you, there is goot men born at Monmouth. night. - Of Skin. L. L., IV: 3. 200. Nur. A joyless, dismal, black, and sor- Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad And bids thee christen it with thy dagger's Nor great Alcides, nor the god of war, What, what! ye sanguine, shallow-hearted Ye white-lim'd walls! ye alehouse painted Coal-black is better than another hue, - Willful. Leon. Have not you seen, Camillo, (But that's past doubt—you have; or your eye-glass Is thicker than a cuckold's horn,) or heard? W. T., I: 2. 584. BLOOD.-Ancestral. Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your majesty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell you that: Got pless it and preserve it, as long as it pleases his grace, and his majesty too! K. Hen. Thanks, good my countryman. Flu. By Cheshu, I am your majesty's countryman, I care not who know it; I will confess it to all the 'orld; I need not to be ashamed of your majesty, praised be God, so long as your majesty is an honest man. II. V., IV: 7. 848. - Ancestral Disgraced. Gaunt. O, spare me not, my brother Edward's son, For that I was his father Edward's son; Hast thou tapp'd out, and drunkenly ca rous'd My brother Gloster, plain well-meaning soul, (Whom fair befal in heaven 'mongst happy souls!) May be a precedent and witness good, Join with the present sickness that I have; These words hereafter thy tormentors be! Boling. Further I say,—and further will maintain Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries, Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth, To me, for justice, and rough chastisement; -Lays Summer's Dust. |