text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"PORTIA
If to do were as easy as to know what were good
to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's
cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows
his own instructions. I can easier teach twenty what
were good to be done than to be one of the twenty to
follow mine own teaching. The brain may devise laws
for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree.
Such a hare is madness, the youth, to skip o'er the
meshes of good counsel, the cripple. But this reasoning
is not in the fashion to choose me a husband. O me,
the word ``choose""! I may neither choose who I would
nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living
daughter curbed by the will of a dead father. Is it not
hard, Nerissa, that I cannot choose one nor refuse
none?
(I.ii.12-26)",2009-09-14 19:33:49 UTC,"""The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree""",2003-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,"Act I, scene ii. Portia and Nerissa discuss the ""lott'ry"" of the three chests of gold, silver, and lead","",,Court,"",HDIS,8871,3466
"DON PEDRO
What need the bridge much broader than the flood?
The fairest grant is the necessity.
Look what will serve is fit. 'Tis once: thou lovest,
And I will fit thee with the remedy.
I know we shall have revelling tonight.
I will assume thy part in some disguise,
And tell fair Hero I am Claudio.
And in her bosom I'll unclasp my heart
And take her hearing prisoner with the force
And strong encounter of my amorous tale.
Then after to her father will I break,
And the conclusion is, she shall be thine.
In practice let us put it presently.
(I.i.299-311)",2009-09-14 19:33:49 UTC,"""And in her bosom I'll unclasp my heart / And take her hearing prisoner with the force / And strong encounter of my amorous tale.""",2003-08-27 00:00:00 UTC,"Act I, scene i. Claudio confesses to Don Pedro that he is in love with Hero","",2003-10-22,"","",HDIS,8873,3468
"DON PEDRO
I do but stay till your marriage be consummate,
and then go I toward Aragon.
CLAUDIO
I'll bring you thither, my lord, if you'll vouchsafe
me.
DON PEDRO
Nay, that would be as great a soil in the new
gloss of your marriage as to show a child his new coat
and forbid him to wear it. I will only be bold with
Benedick for his company, for from the crown of his
head to the sole of his foot he is all mirth. He hath
twice or thrice cut Cupid's bow-string, and the little
hangman dare not shoot at him. He hath a heart as
sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper, for what
his heart thinks his tongue speaks.
(III.ii.1-13)",2009-09-14 19:33:49 UTC,"""He hath a heart as / sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper, for what / his heart thinks his tongue speaks.""",2003-08-27 00:00:00 UTC,"Act III, scene ii. Don Pedro, Claudio, and Benedick talk","",,"","",HDIS,8874,3468
"BALTHASAR
Because you talk of wooing I will sing,
Since many a wooer doth commence his suit
To her he thinks not worthy, yet he woos,
Yet will he swear he loves.
DON PEDRO
Nay pray thee, come;
Or if thou wilt hold longer argument,
Do it in notes.
BALTHASAR
Note this before my notes:
There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting.
DON PEDRO
Why, these are very crotchets that he speaks --
Note notes, forsooth, and nothing!
The accompaniment begins
BENEDICK
Now, divine air! Now is his soul ravished. Is it
not strange that sheep's guts should hale souls out of
men's bodies? Well, a horn for my money, when all's
done.
(II.iii.48-60)",2009-09-14 19:33:49 UTC,"""Is it / not strange that sheep's guts should hale souls out of / men's bodies?""",2003-08-27 00:00:00 UTC,"Act II, scene iii. Balthasar performs (""Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more"")","",,"","",HDIS,8875,3468
"CLAUDIO
Sweet Prince, you learn me noble thankfulness.
There, Leonato, take her back again.
Give not this rotten orange to your friend.
She's but the sign and semblance of her honour.
Behold how like a maid she blushes here!
O, what authority and show of truth
Can cunning sin cover itself withal!
Comes not that blood as modest evidence
To witness simple virtue? Would you not swear,
All you that see her, that she were a maid,
By these exterior shows? But she is none.
She knows the heat of a luxurious bed.
Her blush is guiltiness, not modesty.
LEONAT
What do you mean, my lord?
CLAUDIO
Not to be married,
Not to knit my soul to an approvèd wanton.
LEONATO
Dear my lord, if you in your own proof
Have vanquished the resistance of her youth
And made defeat of her virginity --
(IV.i.30-47)",2009-09-14 19:33:49 UTC,"""Not to be married, / Not to knit my soul to an approvèd wanton.""",2003-08-27 00:00:00 UTC,"Act IV, scene i. Claudio breaks it off with Hero","",,"","",HDIS,8876,3468
"CLAUDIO
O my lord,
When you went onward on this ended action
I looked upon her with a soldier's eye,
That liked, but had a rougher task in hand
Than to drive liking to the name of love.
But now I am returned, and that war-thoughts
Have left their places vacant, in their rooms
Come thronging soft and delicate desires,
All prompting me how fair young Hero is,
Saying I liked her ere I went to wars.
(I.i.279-88)",2009-09-14 19:33:49 UTC,"""Than to drive liking to the name of love. / But now I am returned, and that war-thoughts/ Have left their places vacant, in their rooms / Come thronging soft and delicate desires.""",2003-08-27 00:00:00 UTC,"Act I, scene i. Claudio confesses to Don Pedro","",,Rooms,"",HDIS,8877,3468
"FRIAR
Marry, this, well carried, shall on her behalf
Change slander to remorse. That is some good.
But not for that dream I on this strange course,
But on this travail look for greater birth.
She -- dying, as it must be so maintained,
Upon the instant that she was accused --
Shall be lamented, pitied, and excused
Of every hearer. For it so falls out
That what we have, we prize not to the worth
Whiles we enjoy it, but, being lacked and lost,
Why then we rack the value, then we find
The virtue that possession would not show us
Whiles it was ours. So will it fare with Claudio.
When he shall hear she died upon his words,
Th' idea of her life shall sweetly creep
Into his study of imagination,
And every lovely organ of her life
Shall come apparelled in more precious habit,
More moving-delicate, and full of life,
Into the eye and prospect of his soul
Than when she lived indeed. Then shall he mourn,
If ever love had interest in his liver,
And wish he had not so accusèd her,
No, though he thought his accusation true.
Let this be so, and doubt not but success
Will fashion the event in better shape
Than I can lay it down in likelihood.
But if all aim but this be levelled false,
The supposition of the lady's death
Will quench the wonder of her infamy.
And if it sort not well, you may conceal her,
As best befits her wounded reputation,
In some reclusive and religious life,
Out of all eyes, tongues, minds, and injuries.
(IV.i.212-45)",2009-09-14 19:33:49 UTC,"""Th' idea of her life shall sweetly creep / Into his study of imagination.""",2003-08-27 00:00:00 UTC,"Act IV, scene i. Friar counsels Leonato to hide Hero and publish her death ","",2003-10-23,Rooms,•The entire passage is worth study. Reread it. INTEREST,HDIS,8878,3468
"CHORUS
Thus with imagined wing our swift scene flies
In motion of no less celerity
Than that of thought. Suppose that you have seen
The well-appointed king at Dover pier
Embark his royalty, and his brave fleet
With silken streamers the young Phoebus fanning.
Play with your fancies, and in them behold
Upon the hempen tackle ship-boys climbing;
Hear the shrill whistle, which doth order give
To sounds confused; behold the threaden sails,
Borne with th' invisible and creeping wind,
Draw the huge bottoms through the furrowed sea,
Breasting the lofty surge. O do but think
You stand upon the rivage and behold
A city on th' inconstant billows dancing --
For so appears this fleet majestical,
Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, follow!
Grapple your minds to sternage of this navy,
And leave your England, as dead midnight still,
Guarded with grandsires, babies, and old women,
Either past or not arrived to pith and puissance.
For who is he, whose chin is but enriched
With one appearing hair, that will not follow
These culled and choice-drawn cavaliers to France?
Work, work your thoughts, and therein see a siege.
Behold the ordnance on their carriages,
With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur.
Suppose th' ambassador from the French comes back,
Tells Harry that the King doth offer him
Catherine his daughter, and with her, to dowry,
Some petty and unprofitable dukedoms.
The offer likes not, and the nimble gunner
With linstock now the devilish cannon touches,
Alarum, and chambers go off
CHORUS
And down goes all before them. Still be kind,
And eke out our performance with your mind.
(III.1-35)",2009-09-14 19:33:49 UTC,"""Grapple your minds to sternage of this navy""",2003-08-27 00:00:00 UTC,"Act III, Chorus.","",2003-10-23,"","•See also the last line: ""eke out our performance with your mind""",HDIS,8879,3469
"KING HARRY
Good morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham.
A good soft pillow for that good white head
Were better than a churlish turf of France.
ERPINGHAM
Not so, my liege. This lodging likes me better,
Since I may say, ""Now lie I like a king.""
KING HARRY
'Tis good for men to love their present pains
Upon example. So the spirit is eased,
And when the mind is quickened, out of doubt
The organs, though defunct and dead before,
Break up their drowsy grave and newly move
With casted slough and fresh legerity.
Lend me thy cloak, Sir Thomas.
(IV.i.13-24)",2009-09-14 19:33:49 UTC,"""And when the mind is quickened, out of doubt / The organs, though defunct and dead before, / Break up their drowsy grave and newly move / With casted slough and fresh legerity.""",2003-08-27 00:00:00 UTC,"Act IV, scene i. The ""Harry in the night"" scene. He interacts with his army.","",,"",•Really strange metaphor. Corpses and graves in the mind! INTEREST.,HDIS,8880,3469
"EXETER
Bloody constraint. For if you hide the crown
Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it.
Therefore in fierce tempest is he coming,
In thunder and in earthquake, like a Jove,
That if requiring fail, he will compel;
And bids you, in the bowels of the Lord,
Deliver up the crown, and to take mercy
On the poor souls for whom this hungry war
Opens his vasty jaws; and on your head
Turns he the widows' tears, the orphans' cries,
The dead men's blood, the pining maidens' groans,
For husbands, fathers, and betrothèd lovers
That shall be swallowed in this controversy.
This is his claim, his threat'ning, and my message --
Unless the Dauphin be in presence here,
To whom expressly I bring greeting too.
(II.iv.97-112)",2009-09-14 19:33:49 UTC,"""For if you hide the crown / Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it.""",2003-08-27 00:00:00 UTC,"Act II, scene iv. The ambassador from King Henry explains consequences to the French King","",,"","",HDIS,8881,3469