work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5494,"",LION,2013-08-16 21:54:44 UTC,"NORTHAMPTON.
Wou'd not he wrong his King who wrongs his friend!
Come, come, my lord--you must be won to wisdom!
Tho' the soft dove brood, gall-less, o'er your breast,
Yet let the wary serpent arm your mind.
(III.i, p. 150)
",,22244,"","""Tho' the soft dove brood, gall-less, o'er your breast, / Yet let the wary serpent arm your mind.""",Animals,2013-08-16 21:54:44 UTC,"Act III, scene i"
5494,"",LION,2013-08-16 21:55:52 UTC,"SOMERSET.
The design is deep!
Perhaps too, not propos'd by your best friends.
OVERBURY.
Now, my lov'd lord, I'll try your friendship's faith!
When sick'ning reason labours in the mind,
Advice is the soul's cordial--How shall I act?
(III.i, p. 151)",,22245,"","""When sick'ning reason labours in the mind, / Advice is the soul's cordial--How shall I act?""","",2013-08-16 21:55:52 UTC,"Act III, scene i"
5494,"",LION,2013-08-16 21:57:05 UTC,"CLEORA.
How I disdain thee!--yes, I scorn thee!--hate thee!
Thou, who cou'dst stoop to expose a woman's weakness!
To taint her fame, and blast her to the world!--
All my fierce passions rise with that reflection,
Inward they rage--a winding train takes fire,
The flashy blaze runs swift thro' ev'ry vein,
And my brain splits with agony!
(III.i, p. 154)",,22246,"","""All my fierce passions rise with that reflection, / Inward they rage--a winding train takes fire, / The flashy blaze runs swift thro' ev'ry vein, / And my brain splits with agony!""","",2013-08-16 21:57:05 UTC,"Act III, scene i"
5494,"",LION,2013-08-16 22:01:49 UTC,"CLEORA.
Why start you, calm, insulting man?
Is love a crime too great to be forgiven?
But thy cold soul admits no warmth of passion:
I, like the sun, darted too fierce a blaze!
Yet, thy chill wishes
Dawn'd some sick hope, when Isabella's eyes,
Like a pale moon, gleam'd her faint beams upon thee.
OVERBURY.
How! knows she that?
[Aside.]
When honour lights up love,
Th' illumin'd soul burns lambent with a flame,
Pure as the hallow'd altars--Such my hope!
Such were the wishes mov'd by Isabella.
(III.i pp. 153-4)",,22247,"","""When honour lights up love, / Th' illumin'd soul burns lambent with a flame, / Pure as the hallow'd altars--Such my hope!""","",2013-08-16 22:01:49 UTC,"Act III, scene i"
5494,"",LION,2013-08-16 22:18:25 UTC,"CLEORA.
Upbraider!
OVERBURY.
I not upbraid your love, but your wild passions,
Which wou'd, like envious shades, eclipse those beauties,
That else, with justice, sure, must charm mankind!
But, Madam, think--there's not a homely peasant,
If grac'd with innocence, tho' nurs'd in toil,
But boasts more glory than a tainted grandeur.
(III.i, pp. 154-5)",,22248,"","""I not upbraid your love, but your wild passions, / Which wou'd, like envious shades, eclipse those beauties, / That else, with justice, sure, must charm mankind!""","",2013-08-16 22:18:25 UTC,"Act III, scene i"
5494,"",LION,2013-08-16 22:19:52 UTC,"CLEORA.
This generous act has waken'd love again,
And pity pleads against me--What shall I do!
If I continue here, and he thus charms me,
My scheme, at once, is air--Like jarring elements
My passions war--and thought opposing thought,
Shakes my whole frame, till I am mad with doubting.
(III.i, p. 155)",,22249,"","""My passions war--and thought opposing thought, / Shakes my whole frame, till I am mad with doubting.""","",2013-08-16 22:19:52 UTC,"Act III, scene i"
5494,"",LION,2013-08-16 22:21:20 UTC,"CLEORA.
Fain wou'd I--but all thought forsakes me!
My flame revives!--each fit comes stronger on me!
Varying convulsions torture every nerve!
I love! I rage!--hate--fear--and love again!
And burn, and die with a whole war of passions!
(IV.i, p. 166)",,22250,"","""My flame revives!--each fit comes stronger on me! / Varying convulsions torture every nerve! / I love! I rage!--hate--fear--and love again! / And burn, and die with a whole war of passions!""","",2013-08-16 22:21:20 UTC,"Act IV, scene i"
5494,"",LION,2013-08-16 22:22:50 UTC,"SOMERSET.
Talk not of peace! 'tis gone! 'tis fled with honour!
Honour, once lost, can never be retriev'd!
My thoughts are furies all!--and turn upon me!
I feel their whips!--They lash me with remorse!
My brain grows hot!--Hell glows in my mad bosom!
(V.i, p. 172)",,22251,"","""My thoughts are furies all!--and turn upon me! / I feel their whips!--They lash me with remorse! / My brain grows hot!--Hell glows in my mad bosom!""",Inhabitants,2013-08-16 22:23:01 UTC,"Act V, scene i"
5494,"",LION,2013-08-16 22:26:09 UTC,"CLEORA.
My lord Northampton,
Tho' strongly urg'd, I feel a woman's softness!
Revenge, remorse, and love divide my soul,
Like three wild streams that rush against each other!
NORTHAMPTON.
Yet, still, be resolute,
Summon your reason to your passion's aid!
Think how you're treated by your angry lord,
Menac'd, cast off, and but revenge can save you.
(V.i, p. 173)
",,22252,"","""Revenge, remorse, and love divide my soul, / Like three wild streams that rush against each other!""","",2013-08-16 22:26:09 UTC,"Act V, scene i"
5494,"",LION,2013-08-16 22:31:16 UTC,"OVERBURY.
I know not why, but I am shock'd of late!
My dreams are dreadful--Be it as it may;
While virtue arms me, what have I to fear?
This cold clay cottage is but the soul's prison,
And death, at worst, is but a surly friend,
Who conquers to give liberty.
(V.i, p. 176)",,22253,"","""This cold clay cottage is but the soul's prison, / And death, at worst, is but a surly friend, / Who conquers to give liberty.""",Rooms,2013-08-16 22:31:16 UTC,"Act V, scene i"