text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"BEDFORD
Instead of gold, we'll offer up our arms--
Since arms avail not, now that Henry's dead.
Posterity, await for wretched years,
When, at their mothers' moistened eyes, babes shall suck,
Our isle be made a marish of salt tears,
And none but women left to wail the dead.
Henry the Fifth, thy ghost I invocate:
Prosper this realm; keep it from civil broils;
Combat with adverse planets in the heavens.
A far more glorious star thy soul will make
Than Julius Caesar or bright--
Enter a Messenger
MESSENGER
My honourable lords, health to you all.
Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,
Of loss, of slaughter, and discomfiture.
Guyenne, Compiègne, Rouen, Rheims, Orléans,
Paris, Gisors, Poitiers are all quite lost.
(I.i.46-69)",2009-09-14 19:33:46 UTC,"""A far more glorious star thy soul will make / Than Julius Caesar or bright--""",2003-08-05 00:00:00 UTC,"Act I, scene i.","",2003-10-23,"",•I have a number of metaphors like this one that don't seem to belong to 'Optics'...,HDIS,8772,3447
"JULIET
The clock struck nine when I did send the Nurse.
In half an hour she promised to return.
Perchance she cannot meet him. That's not so.
O, she is lame! Love's heralds should be thoughts,
Which ten times faster glides than the sun's beams
Driving back shadows over louring hills.
Therefore do nimble-pinioned doves draw Love,
And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
Now is the sun upon the highmost hill
Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve
Is three long hours, yet she is not come.
Had she affections and warm youthful blood
She would be as swift in motion as a ball.
My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
And his to me.
But old folks, many feign as they were dead --
Unwieldy, slow, heavy, and pale as lead.
(II.iv.1-17)",2009-09-14 19:33:46 UTC,"""Love's heralds should be thoughts, / Which ten times faster glides than the sun's beams / Driving back shadows over louring hills.""",2003-08-10 00:00:00 UTC,"Act II, scene iv. Juliet waits to hear news from her nurse","",2009-04-15,"",•And should herald's be a separate entry? (Just personification?) REVISIT.,HDIS,8802,3453
"LORENZO
The reason is your spirits are attentive,
For do but note a wild and wanton herd
Or race of youthful and unhandled colts,
Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud,
Which is the hot condition of their blood,
If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound,
Or any air of music touch their ears,
You shall perceive them make a mutual stand,
Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze
By the sweet power of music. Therefore the poet
Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods,
Since naught so stockish, hard, and full of rage
But music for the time doth change his nature.
The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils.
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus.
Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music.
(V.i.70-88)",2009-09-14 19:33:49 UTC,"""The motions of his spirit are dull as night, / And his affections dark as Erebus.""",2003-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,"Act V, scene i. Jessica and Lorenzo at Belmont","",,"",•See previous entry,HDIS,8869,3466
"KING HARRY
Marry, if you would put me to verses, or to
dance for your sake, Kate, why, you undid me. For the
one I have neither words nor measure, and for the
other I have no strength in measure -- yet a reasonable
measure in strength. If I could win a lady at leap-frog,
or by vaulting into my saddle with my armour on my
back, under the correction of bragging be it spoken, I
should quickly leap into a wife. Or if I might buffet for
my love, or bound my horse for her favours, I could
lay on like a butcher, and sit like a jackanapes, never
off. But before God, Kate, I cannot look greenly, nor
gasp out my eloquence, nor I have no cunning in
protestation -- only downright oaths, which I never use
till urged, nor never break for urging. If thou canst
love a fellow of this temper, Kate, whose face is not
worth sunburning, that never looks in his glass for
love of anything he sees there, let thine eye be thy
cook. I speak to thee plain soldier: if thou canst love
me for this, take me. If not, to say to thee that I shall
die, is true -- but for thy love, by the Lord, no. Yet I
love thee, too. And while thou livest, dear Kate, take
a fellow of plain and uncoined constancy, for he perforce
must do thee right, because he hath not the gift to woo
in other places. For these fellows of infinite tongue,
that can rhyme themselves into ladies' favours, they
do always reason themselves out again. What! A
speaker is but a prater, a rhyme is but a ballad; a good
leg will fall, a straight back will stoop, a black beard
will turn white, a curled pate will grow bald, a fair
face will wither, a full eye will wax hollow, but a good
heart, Kate, is the sun and the moon -- or rather the
sun and not the moon, for it shines bright and never
changes, but keeps his course truly. If thou would have
such a one, take me; and take me, take a soldier; take
a soldier, take a king. And what sayst thou then to my
love? Speak, my fair -- and fairly, I pray thee.
(V.ii.133-168)",2009-09-14 19:33:49 UTC,"A ""good heart, Kate, is the sun and the moon -- or rather the sun and not the moon, for it shines bright and never changes, but keeps his course truly.""",2003-08-27 00:00:00 UTC,"Act V, scene ii. King Harry and Catherine","",2009-04-09,"",•A sun and not the moon... PARADIGM. A metaphor revised on the fly. INTEREST.,HDIS,8884,3469
"KATHERINE
Then God be blessed, it is the blessèd sun,
But sun it is not when you say it is not,
And the moon changes even as your mind.
What you will have it named, even that it is,
And so it shall be still for Katherine
(IV.vi.19-23)",2009-09-14 19:34:00 UTC,"""But sun it is not when you say it is not, / And the moon changes even as your mind.""",2003-07-29 00:00:00 UTC,"Act IV, scene vi.","",,"","",HDIS,9154,3547