work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3465,"",HDIS,2003-08-08 00:00:00 UTC,"DEMETRIUS
I love thee not, therefore pursue me not.
Where is Lysander, and fair Hermia?
The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me.
Thou told'st me they were stol'n unto this wood,
And here am I, and wood within this wood
Because I cannot meet my Hermia.
Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more.
HELENA
You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant,
But yet you draw not iron; for my heart
Is true as steel. Leave you your power to draw,
And I shall have no power to follow you.
(II.i.188-98)",,8851,"•Magnetic love? (Godwin's magnetic sympathy.) Adamant is either loadstone or diamond-hard metal. The two definitions are conflated here. ""True as steel"" is proverbial (see Tilley's A Dictionary of the Proverbs in England).","""But yet you draw not iron; for my heart / Is true as steel.""",Metal,2010-06-29 03:27:22 UTC,"Act II, scene i. Helena pursues Demetrius"
3466,"",HDIS,2003-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,"MOROCCO
Some god direct my judgement! Let me see.
I will survey th' inscriptions back again.
What says this leaden casket?
""Who chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath.""
Must give, for what? For lead? Hazard for lead?
This casket threatens. Men that hazard all
Do it in hope of fair advantages.
A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross.
I'll then nor give nor hazard aught for lead.
What says the silver with her virgin hue?
""Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves.""
""As much as he deserves"": pause there, Morocco,
And weigh thy value with an even hand.
If thou beest rated by thy estimation
Thou dost deserve enough, and yet ""enough""
May not extend so far as to the lady.
And yet to be afeard of my deserving
Were but a weak disabling of myself.
As much as I deserve -- why, that's the lady!
I do in birth deserve her, and in fortunes,
In graces, and in qualities of breeding;
But more than these, in love I do deserve.
What if I strayed no farther, but chose here?
Let's see once more this saying graved in gold:
""Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire.""
Why, that's the lady! All the world desires her.
From the four corners of the earth they come
To kiss this shrine, this mortal breathing saint.
The Hyrcanian deserts and the vasty wilds
Of wide Arabia are as throughfares now
For princes to come view fair Portia.
The watery kingdom, whose ambitious head
Spits in the face of heaven, is no bar
To stop the foreign spirits, but they come
As o'er a brook to see fair Portia.
One of these three contains her heavenly picture.
Is 't like that lead contains her? 'Twere damnation
To think so base a thought. It were too gross
To rib her cerecloth in the obscure grave.
Or shall I think in silver she's immured,
Being ten times undervalued to tried gold?
O sinful thought! Never so rich a gem
Was set in worse than gold. They have in England
A coin that bears the figure of an angel
Stamped in gold, but that's insculped upon;
But here an angel in a golden bed
Lies all within. Deliver me the key.
Here do I choose, and thrive I as I may.
(II.vii.13-60)",,8860,•I've included twice: Gold and Dross.
,"""A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross.""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:33:49 UTC,"Act II, scene vii. The Prince of Morocco surveys the caskets and chooses the golden one"
3466,"",HDIS,2003-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,"BASSANIO
So may the outward shows be least themselves.
The world is still deceived with ornament.
In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt
But, being seasoned with a gracious voice,
Obscures the show of evil? In religion,
What damnèd error but some sober brow
Will bless it and approve it with a text,
Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?
There is no vice so simple but assumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
How many cowards whose hearts are all as false
As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins
The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars,
Who, inward searched, have livers white as milk?
And these assume but valour's excrement
To render them redoubted. Look on beauty
And you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight,
Which therein works a miracle in nature,
Making them lightest that wear most of it.
So are those crispèd, snaky, golden locks
Which makes such wanton gambols with the wind
Upon supposèd fairness, often known
To be the dowry of a second head,
The skull that bred them in the sepulchre.
Thus ornament is but the guilèd shore
To a most dangerous sea, the beauteous scarf
Veiling an Indian beauty; in a word,
The seeming truth which cunning times put on
To entrap the wisest.
(III.ii.73-101)",,8861,
,"""How many cowards whose hearts are all as false / As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins / The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars, / Who, inward searched, have livers white as milk?""","",2009-09-14 19:33:49 UTC,"Act III, scene ii. Bassanio decides which casket to choose"
3466,"",HDIS,2003-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,"DUKE
Make room, and let him stand before our face.
Shylock, the world thinks -- and I think so too --
That thou but lead'st this fashion of thy malice
To the last hour of act, and then 'tis thought
Thou'lt show thy mercy and remorse more strange
Than is thy strange apparent cruelty,
And where thou now exacts the penalty --
Which is a pound of this poor merchant's flesh --
Thou wilt not only loose the forfeiture,
But, touched with human gentleness and love,
Forgive a moiety of the principal,
Glancing an eye of pity on his losses,
That have of late so huddled on his back
Enough to press a royal merchant down
And pluck commiseration of his state
From brassy bosoms and rough hearts of flint,
From stubborn Turks and Tartars never trained
To offices of tender courtesy.
We all expect a gentle answer, Jew.
(IV.i.15-33)",,8863,•I've included twice: Flint and Brass
,"""Thou wilt not only loose the forfeiture, / But, touched with human gentleness and love, / Forgive a moiety of the principal, / Glancing an eye of pity on his losses, / That have of late so huddled on his back / Enough to press a royal merchant down / And pluck commiseration of his state / From brassy bosoms and rough hearts of flint, / From stubborn Turks and Tartars never trained / To offices of tender courtesy.""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:33:49 UTC,"Act IV, scene i. Shylock before the Duke in court"
3469,"",HDIS,2003-08-27 00:00:00 UTC,"PISTOL
The King's a bawcock and a heart-of-gold,
A lad of life, an imp of fame,
Of parents good, of fist most valiant.
I kiss his dirty shoe, and from heart string
I love the lovely bully. What is thy name?
(IV.i.45-9)",2003-10-23,8882,•I've since become interested in this passage. C18 hearts of gold are almost exclusively naval and military.,"""The King's a bawcock and a heart-of-gold.""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:33:49 UTC,"Act IV, scene i. The ""Harry in the night"" scene. "
3469,"",HDIS,2003-08-27 00:00:00 UTC,"CHORUS
Vouchsafe to those that have not read the story
That I may prompt them -- and of such as have,
I humbly pray them to admit th' excuse
Of time, of numbers, and due course of things,
Which cannot in their huge and proper life
Be here presented. Now we bear the King
Toward Calais. Grant him there; there seen,
Heave him away upon your wingèd thoughts
Athwart the sea. Behold, the English beach
Pales-in the flood, with men, maids, wives, and boys,
Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deep-mouthed sea,
Which like a mighty whiffler fore the King
Seems to prepare his way. So let him land,
And solemnly see him set on to London.
So swift a pace hath thought, that even now
You may imagine him upon Blackheath,
Where that his lords desire him to have borne
His bruisèd helmet and his bended sword
Before him through the city; he forbids it,
Being free from vainness and self-glorious pride,
Giving full trophy, signal, and ostent
Quite from himself, to God. But now behold,
In the quick forge and working-house of thought,
How London doth pour out her citizens.
The Mayor and all his brethren, in best sort,
Like to the senators of th' antique Rome
With the plebeians swarming at their heels,
Go forth and fetch their conqu'ring Caesar in --
As, by a lower but high-loving likelihood,
Were now the General of our gracious Empress --
As in good time he may -- from Ireland coming,
Bringing rebellion broachèd on his sword,
How many would the peaceful city quit
To welcome him! Much more, and much more cause,
Did they this Harry. Now in London place him;
As yet the lamentation of the French
Invites the King of England's stay at home.
The Emperor's coming in behalf of France,
To order peace between them [
] and omit
All the occurrences, whatever chanced,
Till Harry's back-return again to France.
There must we bring him, and myself have played
The interim by rememb'ring you 'tis past.
Then brook abridgement, and your eyes advance,
After your thoughts, straight back again to France.
(V.0.1-46)",,8887,"•All the chorus parts are thick with ""thought"" citations. See below the pace of thought, the forge and working-house of thought.
•Is it appropriate to connect wings with birds?","""But now behold, / In the quick forge and working-house of thought, / How London doth pour out her citizens.""","",2009-09-14 19:33:49 UTC,Act V. Chorus
3466,"",HDIS,2005-06-06 00:00:00 UTC,"MOROCCO
Some god direct my judgement! Let me see.
I will survey th' inscriptions back again.
What says this leaden casket?
""Who chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath.""
Must give, for what? For lead? Hazard for lead?
This casket threatens. Men that hazard all
Do it in hope of fair advantages.
A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross.
I'll then nor give nor hazard aught for lead.
What says the silver with her virgin hue?
""Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves.""
""As much as he deserves"": pause there, Morocco,
And weigh thy value with an even hand.
If thou beest rated by thy estimation
Thou dost deserve enough, and yet ""enough""
May not extend so far as to the lady.
And yet to be afeard of my deserving
Were but a weak disabling of myself.
As much as I deserve -- why, that's the lady!
I do in birth deserve her, and in fortunes,
In graces, and in qualities of breeding;
But more than these, in love I do deserve.
What if I strayed no farther, but chose here?
Let's see once more this saying graved in gold:
""Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire.""
Why, that's the lady! All the world desires her.
From the four corners of the earth they come
To kiss this shrine, this mortal breathing saint.
The Hyrcanian deserts and the vasty wilds
Of wide Arabia are as throughfares now
For princes to come view fair Portia.
The watery kingdom, whose ambitious head
Spits in the face of heaven, is no bar
To stop the foreign spirits, but they come
As o'er a brook to see fair Portia.
One of these three contains her heavenly picture.
Is 't like that lead contains her? 'Twere damnation
To think so base a thought. It were too gross
To rib her cerecloth in the obscure grave.
Or shall I think in silver she's immured,
Being ten times undervalued to tried gold?
O sinful thought! Never so rich a gem
Was set in worse than gold. They have in England
A coin that bears the figure of an angel
Stamped in gold, but that's insculped upon;
But here an angel in a golden bed
Lies all within. Deliver me the key.
Here do I choose, and thrive I as I may.
(II.vii.13-60)",,8895,•I've included twice: Gold and Dross.
,"""A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:33:50 UTC,"Act II, scene vii. The Prince of Morocco surveys the caskets and chooses the golden one"
3466,"",HDIS,2003-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,"DUKE
Make room, and let him stand before our face.
Shylock, the world thinks -- and I think so too --
That thou but lead'st this fashion of thy malice
To the last hour of act, and then 'tis thought
Thou'lt show thy mercy and remorse more strange
Than is thy strange apparent cruelty,
And where thou now exacts the penalty --
Which is a pound of this poor merchant's flesh --
Thou wilt not only loose the forfeiture,
But, touched with human gentleness and love,
Forgive a moiety of the principal,
Glancing an eye of pity on his losses,
That have of late so huddled on his back
Enough to press a royal merchant down
And pluck commiseration of his state
From brassy bosoms and rough hearts of flint,
From stubborn Turks and Tartars never trained
To offices of tender courtesy.
We all expect a gentle answer, Jew.
(IV.i.15-33)",,8896,•I've included twice: Flint and Brass
,"""From brassy bosoms and rough hearts of flint, / From stubborn Turks and Tartars never trained / To offices of tender courtesy. / We all expect a gentle answer, Jew.""","",2009-09-14 19:33:50 UTC,"Act IV, scene i. Shylock before the Duke in court"
3474,"",HDIS,2003-08-01 00:00:00 UTC,"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)",,8909,"• King's soliloquy. He kneels to pray after delivering it. Hamlet then enters with revenge in mind.
•I've included twice: Steel and Sinews.","""Bow, stubborn knees; and heart with strings of steel, / Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe""",Metal,2011-05-26 21:58:12 UTC,"Act III, scene iii. "
3474,"",HDIS,2003-08-01 00:00:00 UTC,"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)",2003-10-23,8911,•I've included twice: Wringing and Brass,"""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.""","",2009-09-14 19:33:50 UTC,"Act III, scene iv. Hamlet has just stabbed and discovered Polonius"