work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
7669,"",LION,2013-09-04 01:53:43 UTC,"TULLIA.
Why must I only answer thee with sighs?
What is it hangs thus heavy on my heart,
And weighs it down, when it should spring with joy?
Alas! 'tis conscience; 'tis the pride of honour;
'Tis the severe condition of my fate,
Which makes it ruin to be lov'd by Tullia,
And warns me to suppress the guilty flame.
(p. 23)",,22674,"","""Why must I only answer thee with sighs? / What is it hangs thus heavy on my heart, / And weighs it down, when it should spring with joy? / Alas! 'tis conscience; 'tis the pride of honour; / 'Tis the severe condition of my fate, / Which makes it ruin to be lov'd by Tullia, / And warns me to suppress the guilty flame.""","",2013-09-04 01:53:43 UTC,""
7669,"",LION,2013-09-04 01:55:03 UTC,"TULLIA, Alone.
What have I done, and whither is he gone?
To Clodia.--Ah! I fear that is to death:
For she perhaps hath laid this midnight plot,
To seize my unsuspecting Frugi's life;
Perhaps, (ah! that were worse) to seize his heart;
For she is mistress of a thousand charms.
O Love, thou wear'st a smiling Cupid's face,
Till we fond virgins take thee in our arms;
There warm'd, thou grow'st into an ugly fiend,
And strik'st a thousand daggers in our hearts.
[Exit.]
(p. 24)",,22675,"","""O Love, thou wear'st a smiling Cupid's face, / Till we fond virgins take thee in our arms; / There warm'd, thou grow'st into an ugly fiend, / And strik'st a thousand daggers in our hearts.""","",2013-09-04 01:55:03 UTC,""
7669,"",LION,2013-09-04 01:56:23 UTC,"CLODIUS.
Now thou shalt feel me, Rome. Come on, my friend;
Loud as the orgies of the God of wine,
Let our bold revels wake the sleeping night,
And rock the throne of Jove. I tread on air;
My mounting spirits lift me from the earth,
Gay dancing pleasures play around my heart,
And the full Bacchus revels in my veins.
(pp. 24-5)
FRUGI.
Dearest maid,
Dearer in all thy wrongs, than if thou cam'st
Deck'd in the splendor of thy fullest fortune,
My soul almost rejoices in thy sorrows:
Ambition else had shar'd my thoughts with thee,
And Interest stol'n some portion of my love;
But now Adversity's refining fire
Melts down the base alloy of earthly passions,
And purifies the temper of the heart.
(p. 47)",,22676,"","""But now Adversity's refining fire / Melts down the base alloy of earthly passions, / And purifies the temper of the heart.""",Metal,2013-09-04 01:56:23 UTC,""
7669,"",LION,2013-09-04 01:57:57 UTC,"TULLIA.
O born to save and to possess my heart!
At length I wake to Reason and to thee;
Thy well-lov'd form, like the all-glorious Sun
After a gloom of horror dawns upon me,
And day breaks in on my benighted soul.
(pp. 58-9)",,22677,"","""At length I wake to Reason and to thee; / Thy well-lov'd form, like the all-glorious Sun / After a gloom of horror dawns upon me, / And day breaks in on my benighted soul.""","",2013-09-04 01:57:57 UTC,""
7669,"",LION,2013-09-04 01:59:28 UTC,"CICERO.
Author of Life, behold and help thy Creature!
Is Reason giv'n us, yet its use denied?
So were thy gift our torment. Freely then,
Oh! let me ask, by what law dost thou govern?
By Justice--as becomes a gracious Father?
Or by wild will--as suits a lawless King?
Not so besure. Then let the guilty tremble;
Virtue is safe from harm. So I myself
Guilty pronounce; else wherefore thus undone?
Does Conscience, that just Judge, confirm my sentence?
There I am clear. My faults are then not mine,
But Nature's; against which no verdict lies:
Have the Gods less forbearance?
(p. 61)",,22678,"","""Does Conscience, that just Judge, confirm my sentence? / There I am clear.""",Court and Inhabitants,2013-09-04 01:59:28 UTC,""
7669,"",LION,2013-09-04 02:00:25 UTC,"CICERO.
O Rome! O Country! once the patriot soil
Of Freedom; parent once of god-like Virtues,
Mistress of Arts and Empire! now, alas!
The dying victim of unnatural Faction,
And stage of rank Corruption! Yet I'll hope,
Fall'n as thou art, yet I'll not deem thee lost,
While thou can'st boast one son of genuine worth,
Noble, as this dear Youth: Thou see'st, my Frugi,
How Rome rewards my services; yet, oh!
Let not the memory of my wrongs extinguish
That spark divine, which animates the soul,
And lights the path of glory; but where I,
Torn from my Country's side, now drop the work
Unfinish'd, thou with fresher nerves succeed
To the brave toil, and fill the mighty plan
With Freedom, such as our great Fathers gave it.
FRUGI.
How my soul burns within me! O my guide,
Model my young ambition; teach me how
I may deserve to die in this great cause,
And leave a name immortal as thy own.
(pp. 63-4)",,22679,"","""Let not the memory of my wrongs extinguish / That spark divine, which animates the soul, / And lights the path of glory.""","",2013-09-04 02:00:25 UTC,""
7669,"",LION,2013-09-04 02:01:50 UTC,"CICERO.
O Rome! O Country! once the patriot soil
Of Freedom; parent once of god-like Virtues,
Mistress of Arts and Empire! now, alas!
The dying victim of unnatural Faction,
And stage of rank Corruption! Yet I'll hope,
Fall'n as thou art, yet I'll not deem thee lost,
While thou can'st boast one son of genuine worth,
Noble, as this dear Youth: Thou see'st, my Frugi,
How Rome rewards my services; yet, oh!
Let not the memory of my wrongs extinguish
That spark divine, which animates the soul,
And lights the path of glory; but where I,
Torn from my Country's side, now drop the work
Unfinish'd, thou with fresher nerves succeed
To the brave toil, and fill the mighty plan
With Freedom, such as our great Fathers gave it.
FRUGI.
How my soul burns within me! O my guide,
Model my young ambition; teach me how
I may deserve to die in this great cause,
And leave a name immortal as thy own.
(pp. 63-4)",,22682,"","""How my soul burns within me!""","",2013-09-04 02:01:50 UTC,""
7669,"",LION,2013-09-04 02:10:48 UTC,"CLODIA enters alone.
It must be by his blood: The word is past
'Twixt me and Death, and he expects his victim.
My love I tender'd, he disdain'd my love,
And chose my vengeance; vengeance let him have!
Is this hard dealing, Gods? In common life,
Things noxious and abhorr'd we freely kill,
But what we love we spare; my heart then asks
Must Frugi die? Ah! rather must he live;
For Tullia live? while this despised form,
To which the proudest knees in Rome have bent,
Whilst Heav'n was left unworship'd, shall abide
The killing taunts of an insulting Rival,
And waste itself with Envy. Come, Volumnius;
Come Clodius! rather let your keen swords meet
And hack each other, in the dying heart
Of this dear scornful youth. My Soul is tost
Upon a sea of blood, whose stormy channel
My lab'ring bark must pass, e're it can reach
That land of Peace, to which its Hopes are bound.
[CLODIUS comes out of the Temple.]
(pp. 68-9)",,22683,"","""My Soul is tost / Upon a sea of blood, whose stormy channel / My lab'ring bark must pass, e're it can reach / That land of Peace, to which its Hopes are bound.""","",2013-09-04 02:10:48 UTC,""
7669,"",LION,2013-09-04 02:11:31 UTC,"CLODIUS.
Injurious woman,
Wou'd that men's thoughts were graven on their hearts!
So should these hands of mine to thy confusion
Pluck out the bleeding witness of my truth,
And die upon the proof.
(p. 73)
",,22684,"","""Injurious woman, / Wou'd that men's thoughts were graven on their hearts!""",Writing,2013-09-04 02:11:31 UTC,""
7669,"",LION,2013-09-04 02:12:52 UTC,"CICERO.
Might that be so,
Ruin would lose its name; Exile its terrors,
And Clodius reap no triumph from my fall.
But Heaven that gave a blessing to our bed,
Stampt the great Law of Nature on my heart,
And bound me to it by the sacred ties
Of fatherly affection; can I then
Wed my poor Tullia to disgrace and sorrow,
And to my Boy bequeath the bitter portion
Of Exile, and hereditary ruin?
Rather, just Gods! if so ye deem it fit,
Let me atone for all; on me be pour'd
Your whole collected vengeance, and repay me.
For these dire wrongs, this undeserv'd affliction,
An hundred fold, as heav'nly bounty should,
In blessings on my children.
(pp. 75-6)",,22685,"","""But Heaven that gave a blessing to our bed, / Stampt the great Law of Nature on my heart, / And bound me to it by the sacred ties / Of fatherly affection.""",Impressions,2013-09-04 02:12:52 UTC,""