text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"SANCHO
Now with Submission to my Betters, I have another way, Sir; I'll drive my Tyrant from my Heart, and place my self in her Throne. Yes: I will be Lord of my own Tenement, and keep my Houshold in Order. Wou'd you wou'd do so too, Master; for look you, I have been Servitor in a Colledge at Salamancho, and read Philosophy with the Doctors; where I found that a Woman in all Times has been observ'd to be an Animal hard to understand, and much inclin'd to Mischief. Now, as an Animal is always an Animal, and a Captain always a Captain, so a Woman is always a Woman: Whence it is that a certain Greek says, Her Head is like a Bank of Sand; or as another, A solid Rock; or according to a Third, A Dark Lanthon. Pray Sir, observe; for this is close Reasoning; and so, as the Head is the Head of the Body; and that the Body without a Head, is like a Head without a Tail; and that where there is neither Head nor Tail 'tis a very strange Body: So I say a Woman is by Comparison; do you see; (for nothing explains things like Comparisons) I say by Comparison, as Aristotle has often said before me, one may compare her to the raging Sea; for as the Sea, when the Wind rises, knits its Brows like an angry Bull, and that Waves mount upon Rocks, and Rocks mount upon Waves; that Porpusses leap like Trouts, and Whales skip about like Gudgeons; that Ships rowl like Beer-Barrels, and Marriners pray like Saints; just so I say a Woman--A Woman, I say, just so, when her Reason is Shipwrack'd upon her Passion, and the Hulk of her Understanding lies thumping against the Rock of her Fury; then it is I say, that by certain Immotions, whic. --um --cause, as one may suppose, a sort of Convulsive--yes --Hurricanious--um--Like in short; a Woman, is like the Devil, Sir.",2009-09-14 19:35:01 UTC,"One may be ""Lord of [his] own Tenement, and keep [his] Houshold in Order""",2004-08-07 00:00:00 UTC,"Act IV, Scene i","",,"",•Sancho to Don Carlos. See previous entry. See also Thomas King's adaptation of this scene.
•Cross-reference: see Thomas King's adaptation.,HDIS,10484,4047
"CALISTA.
For pity do not frown then,
If in despight of all my vow'd Obedience,
A Sigh breaks out, or a Tear falls by chance;
For oh! that Sorrow which has drawn your Anger,
Is the sad Native of Calista's Breast,
And once possest will never quit its Dwelling,
'Till Life, the Prop all, shall leave the Building,
To tumble down, and moulder into Ruin.
(III.i, p. 25)",2013-07-18 21:31:21 UTC,"""For oh! that Sorrow which has drawn your Anger, / Is the sad Native of Calista's Breast, / And once possest will never quit its Dwelling, / 'Till Life, the Prop all, shall leave the Building, / To tumble down, and moulder into Ruin.""",2013-07-18 21:31:21 UTC,"Act III, scene i","",,Inhabitants and Rooms,"",C-H Lion,21871,7550
"CALISTA.
I have turn'd my Eyes inward upon my self,
Where foul Offence, and Shame have laid all waste;
Therefore my Soul abhors the wretched Dwelling,
And longs to find some better place of Rest.
SCIOLTO.
'Tis justly thought, and worthy of that Spirit
That dwelt in ancient Latian Breasts, when Rome
Was Mistress of the World. I wou'd go on,
And tell thee all my Purpose, but it sticks,
Hear at my Heart, and cannot find a way.
(V.i, p. 55)",2013-07-18 21:47:15 UTC,"""I have turn'd my Eyes inward upon my self, / Where foul Offence, and Shame have laid all waste; / Therefore my Soul abhors the wretched Dwelling, / And longs to find some better place of Rest.""",2013-07-18 21:47:15 UTC,"Act V, scene i","",,Rooms,"",C-H Lion,21883,7550
"JANE SHORE.
Away, you Flatterer!
Nor charge his generous Meaning with a Weakness,
Which his great Soul and Vertue must disdain.
Too much of Love thy hapless Friend has prov'd,
Too many giddy foolish Hours are gone,
And in fantastick Measures danc'd away:
May the remaining few know only Friendship.
So thou, my dearest, truest, best Alicia,
Vouchsafe to lodge me in thy gentle Heart,
A Partner there; I will give up Mankind,
Forget the Transports of encreasing Passion,
And all the Pangs we feel for its Decay.
ALICIA.
Live! live and Reign for ever in my Bosom,
[Embracing.]
Safe and unrivall'd there possess thy own;
And you, ye brightest of the Stars above,
Ye Saints that once were Women here below.
Be witness of the Truth, the holy Friendship,
Which here to this my other self I vow.
If I not hold her nearer to my Soul,
Then ev'ry other Joy the World can give,
Let Poverty, Deformity and Shame,
Distraction and Despair seize me on Earth,
Let not my faithless Ghost have Peace hereafter.
Nor Tast the Bliss of your coelestial Fellowship.
(I.ii, p. 10)",2013-07-20 20:33:55 UTC,"""So thou, my dearest, truest, best Alicia, / Vouchsafe to lodge me in thy gentle Heart, / A Partner there; I will give up Mankind, / Forget the Transports of encreasing Passion, / And all the Pangs we feel for its Decay.""",2013-07-20 20:33:55 UTC,"Act I, scene ii","",,Rooms,"",C-H Lion,21888,7551
"ÆTHON [ULYSSES].
Yes Sir, be certain on't, she shall be try'd;
Thro' all the winding Mazes of her Thoughts,
Thro' all her Joys, her Sorrows and her Fears,
Thro' all her Truth and Falshood I'll pursue her.
She shall be subtler than Deceit it self,
And prosperously Wicked, if she 'scape me.
(I.i, p. 14)",2013-07-23 02:20:08 UTC,"""Yes Sir, be certain on't, she shall be try'd; / Thro' all the winding Mazes of her Thoughts.""",2013-07-23 02:20:08 UTC,"Act I, scene i","",,"","",C-H Lion,21977,7554
"ARIBERT.
Oh fatal Love!--curst unauspicious Flame!
Thy baleful Fires blaze o'er us like a Comet,
And threaten Discord, Desolation, Rage,
And most malignant Mischief.--Lov'd by Rodogune!
What I!--must I wed Rodogune!--Oh Misery!--
Fantastick Cruelty of Hoodwink'd Chance!
There is no end of Thought--the Labyrinth winds,
And I am lost for ever.--Oh! where now,
Where is my Ethelinda now!--that dear one,
That gently us'd to breath the Sounds of Peace,
Gently as Dews descend, or Slumbers creep;
That us'd to brood o'er my tempestuous Soul,
And hush me to a Calm.
(II.i, p. 15)",2013-07-25 03:24:45 UTC,"""There is no end of Thought--the Labyrinth winds, / And I am lost for ever.""",2013-07-25 03:24:45 UTC,"Act II, scene i","",,"","",C-H Lion ,22010,7565
"DOGGRELL
Fair Lady, show your self a generous Conqueror; and since I am taken Captive by your Charms, and bound in the Golden Chains of your Beauty, throw me not into the Dungeon of Disdain, but rather confine me in the pleasing Mansions of your Bosom; where my Heart will glory in its Captivity, and despise the less Substantial Joys of Liberty.
ALISON, WIFE OF BATH
These fine things might ensnare a Heart disposed to Love, but you are sensible, Sir, I have already devoted mine to another Service.--You Men of Wit are general Lovers of the whole Sex, and think to try the Strength of every Lady's Resolutions at the small Expence of a Sonnet.--Come, Sir,--I know Poets and Knights Errant can never subsist without a Mistress--for Love is as well a Spur to Wit as Valour.--
(III.ii, p. 32)",2013-08-17 22:59:51 UTC,"""Fair Lady, show your self a generous Conqueror; and since I am taken Captive by your Charms, and bound in the Golden Chains of your Beauty, throw me not into the Dungeon of Disdain, but rather confine me in the pleasing Mansions of your Bosom; where my Heart will glory in its Captivity, and despise the less Substantial Joys of Liberty.""",2013-08-17 22:59:51 UTC,"Act III, scene ii","",,Rooms,"",LION,22316,4193