BASILISK to BEAUTY

BASILISK.—It is a basilisk unto mine eye;
Kills me to look on’t.

Shakespeare.—Cymbeline, Act II. Scene 4. (Posthumus to Iachimo.)

BATTERY.—Let him alone, I’ll go another way to work with him; I’ll have an action of battery against him, if there be any law in Illyria; though I struck him first, yet it’s no matter for that.

Shakespeare.—Twelfth Night, Act IV. Scene 1. (Sir Andrew to Sir Toby.)

Prove this, thou wicked Hannibal, or I’ll have mine action of battery on thee.

Shakespeare.—Measure for Measure, Act II. Scene 1. (Elbow to Escalus.)

Why does he suffer this rude knave now to knock him about the sconce with a dirty shovel, and will not tell him of his action of battery?

Shakespeare.—Hamlet, Act V. Scene 1. (Hamlet to Horatio.)

BATTLE.—For Freedom’s battle once begun,
Bequeath’d by bleeding sire to son,
Though baffled oft is ever won.

Byron.—The Giaour, Line 123.

What a charming thing’s a battle!

Bickerstaff.—The Recruiting Serjeant, Scene 4.

BE.—To be, or not to be, that is the question;
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind, to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And, by opposing, end them?

Shakespeare.—Hamlet, Act III. Scene 1. (His soliloquy on life and death.)

BEARDS.—How many cowards, wear yet upon their chins
The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars!

Shakespeare.—Merchant of Venice, Act III. Scene 2. (Bassanio to himself.)

BEARDS.— Ambiguous things that ape
Goats in their visage, women in their shape.

Byron.—The Waltz.

What a beard hast thou got! thou hast got more hair on thy chin than Dobbin my phill-horse has on his tail.

Shakespeare. — Merchant of Venice, Act II. Scene 2. (Gobbo to his Son.)

1. His beard was grizly? no.
2. It was, as I have seen it in his life,
A sable silver’d.

Shakespeare.—Hamlet, Act I. Scene 2 (Hamlet and Horatio.)

Such a beard as youth gone out
Had left in ashes.

Tennyson.—Idylls of the King, Vivien.

So much a clown in gait, and laugh,
He wanted but a scrip and staff;
And such a beard as hung in candles
Down to Diogenes’s sandals,
And planted all his chin thick,
Like him a dirty cynic.

Cawthorne.—Birth and Education of Genius.


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