text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"LAERTES
Think it no more.
For nature crescent does not grow alone
In thews and bulk, but as his temple waxes
The inward service of the mind and soul
Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now,
And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch
The virtue of his will; but you must fear,
His greatness weighed, his will is not his own,
For he himself is subject to his birth.
He may not, as unvalued persons do,
Carve for himself, for on his choice depends
The sanity and health of the whole state;
And therefore must his choice be circumscribed
Unto the voice and yielding of that body
Whereof he is the head. Then if he says he loves you,
It fits your wisdom so far to believe it
As he in his peculiar sect and force
May give his saying deed, which is no further
Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal.
Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain
f with too credent ear you list his songs,
Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open
To his unmastered importunity.
Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister,
And keep within the rear of your affection,
Out of the shot and danger of desire.
The chariest maid is prodigal enough
If she unmask her beauty to the moon.
Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes.
The canker galls the infants of the spring
oo oft before their buttons be disclosed,
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth
Contagious blastments are most imminent.
Be wary then; best safety lies in fear;
Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.
(I.iii.10-44)",2009-09-14 19:33:50 UTC,"""For nature crescent does not grow alone / In thews and bulk, but as his temple waxes / The inward service of the mind and soul / Grows wide withal.""",2003-08-01 00:00:00 UTC,"Act I, scene iii. Laertes tells Ophelia to hold the trifling of Hamlet's favor as a ""fashion and atoy in blood.""","",2003-10-23,"",•Service as in church service? (Temple/service.) REVISIT.,HDIS,8901,3474
"ROSENCRANTZ
The single and peculiar life is bound
With all the strength and armour of the mind
To keep itself from noyance; but much more
That spirit upon whose weal depends and rests
The lives of many. The cease of majesty
Dies not alone, but like a gulf doth draw
What's near it with it. It is a massy wheel
Fixed on the summit of the highest mount,
To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things
Are mortised and adjoined, which when it falls
Each small annexment, petty consequence,
Attends the boist'rous ruin. Never alone
Did the King sigh, but with a general groan.
(III.iii.11-23)",2009-09-14 19:33:50 UTC,"One's life is ""bound with all the strength and armour of the mind / To keep itself from noyance.""",2003-08-01 00:00:00 UTC,"Act III, scene iii. The king tells R. & G. that Hamlet will be dispatched to England","",,"",•And the king's is more so.,HDIS,8902,3474
"HORATIO
A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.
In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets
At stars with trains of fire, and dews of blood,
Disasters in the sun; and the moist star,
Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands,
Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse.
And even the like precurse of feared events,
As harbingers preceding still the fates,
And prologue to the omen coming on,
Have heaven and earth together demonstrated
Unto our climature and countrymen.
(Additional Passage A)",2010-01-19 04:11:03 UTC,"""A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.""",2003-08-01 00:00:00 UTC,Additional Passage,Mind's Eye,,Eye,"•I seem to have missed the other reference to the mind's eye. See Comments to Keats's ""To Hope.""
•Found it after reading Alwin Thaler's ""In My Mind's Eye, Horatio."" See following entry. ",HDIS,8903,3474
"KING CLAUDIUS
And now, Laertes, what's the news with you?
You told us of some suit. What is 't, Laertes?
You cannot speak of reason to the Dane
And lose your voice. What wouldst thou beg, Laertes,
That shall not be my offer, not thy asking?
The head is not more native to the heart,
The hand more instrumental to the mouth,
Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.
What wouldst thou have, Laertes?
(I.ii.41-50)",2009-09-14 19:33:50 UTC,"""The head is not more native to the heart, / The hand more instrumental to the mouth, / Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.""",2003-08-01 00:00:00 UTC,"Act I, scene ii","",,"","",HDIS,8904,3474
"Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain
If with too credent ear you list his songs,
Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open
To his unmastered importunity.
Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister,
And keep within the rear of your affection,
Out of the shot and danger of desire.
(I.iii.29-35)",2013-06-11 17:50:05 UTC,"""Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain / If with too credent ear you list his songs, / Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open / To his unmastered importunity.""",2003-08-01 00:00:00 UTC,"Act I, scene ii. Laertes warns Ophelia","",,"","",HDIS,8905,3474
"KING CLAUDIUS
Love? His affections do not that way tend,
Nor what he spake, though it lacked form a little,
Was not like madness. There's something in his soul
O'er which his melancholy sits on brood,
And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose
Will be some danger; which to prevent
I have in quick determination
Thus set it down: he shall with speed to England
For the demand of our neglected tribute.
Haply the seas and countries different,
With variable objects, shall expel
This something-settled matter in his heart,
Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus
From fashion of himself. What think you on 't?
(III.i.165-178)",2009-09-14 19:33:50 UTC,"""There's something in his soul / O'er which his melancholy sits on brood, / And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose / Will be some danger.""",2003-08-01 00:00:00 UTC,"Act III, scene i. The king and Polonius discuss Hamlet's madness. Exchange ends with King's ""Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.""","",2009-07-31,"","",Searching in HDIS,8906,3474
"KING CLAUDIUS
O, my offence is rank! It smells to heaven.
It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't,
A brother's murder. Pray can I not.
Though inclination be as sharp as will,
My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent,
And like a man to double business bound
I stand in pause where I shall first begin,
And both neglect. What if this cursèd hand
Were thicker than itself with brother's blood,
Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens
To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy
But to confront the visage of offence?
And what's in prayer but this twofold force,
To be forestallèd ere we come to fall,
Or pardoned being down? Then I'll look up.
My fault is past -- but O, what form of prayer
Can serve my turn? ""Forgive me my foul murder""?
That cannot be, since I am still possessed
Of those effects for which I did the murder --
My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen.
May one be pardoned and retain th' offence?
In the corrupted currents of this world
Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice,
And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself
Buys out the law. But 'tis not so above.
There is no shuffling, there the action lies
In his true nature, and we ourselves compelled
Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults
To give in evidence. What then? What rests?
Try what repentance can. What can it not?
Yet what can it when one cannot repent?
O wretched state, O bosom black as death,
O limèd soul that, struggling to be free,
Art more engaged! Help, angels! Make assay.
Bow, stubborn knees; and heart with strings of steel,
Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe.
All may be well.
(III.iii.36-72)",2009-09-14 19:33:50 UTC,"""O wretched state, O bosom black as death, / O limèd soul that, struggling to be free, / Art more engaged!""",2003-08-01 00:00:00 UTC,"Act III, scene iii. King's soliloquy. He kneels to pray after delivering it. Hamlet then enters with revenge in mind.","",,"","",HDIS,8907,3474
"KING CLAUDIUS
O, my offence is rank! It smells to heaven.
It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't,
A brother's murder. Pray can I not.
Though inclination be as sharp as will,
My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent,
And like a man to double business bound
I stand in pause where I shall first begin,
And both neglect. What if this cursèd hand
Were thicker than itself with brother's blood,
Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens
To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy
But to confront the visage of offence?
And what's in prayer but this twofold force,
To be forestallèd ere we come to fall,
Or pardoned being down? Then I'll look up.
My fault is past -- but O, what form of prayer
Can serve my turn? ""Forgive me my foul murder""?
That cannot be, since I am still possessed
Of those effects for which I did the murder --
My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen.
May one be pardoned and retain th' offence?
In the corrupted currents of this world
Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice,
And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself
Buys out the law. But 'tis not so above.
There is no shuffling, there the action lies
In his true nature, and we ourselves compelled
Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults
To give in evidence. What then? What rests?
Try what repentance can. What can it not?
Yet what can it when one cannot repent?
O wretched state, O bosom black as death,
O limèd soul that, struggling to be free,
Art more engaged! Help, angels! Make assay.
Bow, stubborn knees; and heart with strings of steel,
Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe.
All may be well.
(III.iii.36-72)",2011-05-26 21:58:12 UTC,"""Bow, stubborn knees; and heart with strings of steel, / Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe""",2003-08-01 00:00:00 UTC,"Act III, scene iii. ","",,Metal,"• King's soliloquy. He kneels to pray after delivering it. Hamlet then enters with revenge in mind.
•I've included twice: Steel and Sinews.",HDIS,8909,3474
"HAMLET
Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell.
I took thee for thy better. Take thy fortune.
Thou find'st to be too busy is some danger. --
Leave wringing of your hands. Peace, sit you down,
And let me wring your heart; for so I shall
If it be made of penetrable stuff,
If damnèd custom have not brassed it so
That it is proof and bulwark against sense.
(III.iv.30-37)",2009-09-14 19:33:50 UTC,"""And let me wring your heart; for so I shall / If it be made of penetrable stuff, / If damnèd custom have not brassed it so / That it is proof and bulwark against sense.""",2003-08-01 00:00:00 UTC,"Act III, scene iv. Hamlet has just stabbed and discovered Polonius","",2003-10-23,"",•I've included twice: Wringing and Brass,HDIS,8911,3474
"HAMLET
Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting
That would not let me sleep. Methought I lay
Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. Rashly --
And praised be rashness for it: let us know
Our indiscretion sometime serves us well
When our dear plots do pall, and that should teach us
There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will --
(V.ii.4-11)",2011-05-26 21:55:43 UTC,"""Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting / That would not let me sleep.""",2003-08-01 00:00:00 UTC,"Act V, scene ii.","",2003-10-23,"",• Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Hamlet (now returned) talks with Horatio and described how he escaped.,HDIS,8912,3474